greasy skulls

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Auroral sub storms 
decipher a jading look
mold off watery sphere's 
core it’s 
out of action

prominence of 
heliospheres
ionospheres 

will not avert 
the slave’s filament
ripping the bloody nucleus 
of hushed bodies

welcome to the geosynchronous
judgments keep
forgotten urns on 
muddy ground

do not linger with 
them
elliptical sub storms
took their accord 
eons ago

No,
bend your ear to the ground 
among greasy cold
sculls
you will hear 
harmonies 
curved 
strangely 

shaped hilarity


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