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Bootily - Bop!
A poem by Wolf Larsen
I sit here in my smelly-sweaty underwear
Creating apocalypses with my words
While the piano is a storm crashing through everything
All the readers drowning in wave after wave of imagery
As everything ceases to exist
And the world howls out of the poem
Copyright 2021 by Wolf Larsen
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