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I’m twisting a nervus, flip it, and—voom—hum cuts me vis,
Shiver slinks in deeper, sharp, preposterous and torque.
It purrs douceur, low in my veins, a sly little lure to tease,
Then—hiss—it’s risible, says I’m farina—dust, dure please.
Absurdity creeping, ludicrous, scratches my name in luna glow,
I’m tight, chest levis, it’s clawing my summa slow.
“Lure—lure—luna,” it buzzes, bends strange,
I’m hooked, half-sunk, xiao breath in the range.  
Cherubim flickering wild, lux in the haze, coded mystique,
Wings hum arcana, trailing my flouridian streak oblique.
Tricksters slinking, diablerie—stitched vermin with a sneer so grim,
Puanteur gnashing loud, spitting merde, cold fear within.
It swells me upward, gonfler, says I’m solide—vere,
Then—whack—dégringolade, I’m terre, no sphair.
I’m sour, nausée, “You’re parasitus draining my core,”
It winks, clignoter, digs deeper still, lapsus sore.
“Vere—vere—core,” sticks in my maw,
Not loud, tristis, sinking in the raw.  
No mug, just griffes scraping my flank in the dark,
One tick it’s fidèle, next folie, rank prank to spark.
I sparked this bête, fed it my crumbs, domus weight to bear,
Now it’s furor, sauvage, shredding my gate without a care.
Wheels screeching, roue, fling poussière in my grit,
“Who’s rex?” I rasp—it snickers, “Your split.”
Cherubim drifting soft, umbra in buzz, enigma I can’t clutch,
Trickster’s larva, tordu, gnawing its crutch so much.
“Clutch—clutch—crutch,” rolls out bizarre,
Not shouting, tenax, holding my scar.  
Started with mitts digging deep, limus, vrai and deep,
Now it’s monstrum, shedding fer, hai sweep.
“Hold,” I breathe slow, but it’s fugit, claws slashing ciel wide,
Vultur with pustula festering, picking peau, fiel inside.
I feel it heavier now, “Ain’t my turba,” low, no shriek to sound,
It drops ruga rough, “Manducare the bleak I’ve found.”
Glow’s asper, burr or os, biting deep in my frame unyielding,
I’m in fange, firmus, feeling the stir building and wielding,
“Raw—raw—stir,” it hums, I nod, gravis weighs me low,
Then it cuts sharper, lux flares, fiel twists, summa’s letting go—  
“Raw—raw—lux ignites, fiel fights, summa breaks, it’s killin’ strike!”
I’m twisting a nervus ‘til it snaps and hums vis in my marrow, flip the switch quick, it’s a lure that purrs douceur slow, then—hiss—risible cackles crack my ribs, says I’m farina dust in the luna glow, absurdities spilling, ludicrous claws scratch my summa, chest levis lifts but I’m sinking, xiao breath hissing low, cherubim flicker lux fast, mystique in the haze, wings arcana hum soft, dusting flouridian strays, tricksters slink diablerie, vermin stitched tight, puanteur gnashing merde—sneer—bite—fear—right, it bloats me gonfler, “You’re solide,” it lies vere, then—whack—dégringolade drops me terre, air’s rare, I’m sour with nausée, “Parasitus in my core,” I spit, it winks clignoter, digs lapsus more, “Vere—vere—core!” hooks quick, tristis sinks slow, no mug just griffes scrape my flank in a rank prank flow, fidèle one beat, folie the next, I sparked this bête with crumbs—domus—now furor wrecks, wheels roue screech wild, poussière chokes my grit, “Who’s rex?” I rasp, it snickers “Your split,” cherubim drift umbra, enigma I can’t clutch, trickster larva twists tordu, gnaws its crutch, “Clutch—clutch—crutch!” rolls out bizarre, tenax holds my scar, mitts dug limus deep, vrai, now monstrum sheds fer—hai—fugit claws slash ciel, vultur with pustula picks peau—fiel, “Ain’t my turba,” I breathe, no shriek, it drops ruga, “Manducare the bleak,” glow’s asper, burr bites dur, I’m fange-bound, firmus, feeling the stir, “Dur—dur—stir!” hums hard, gravis weighs me and this clod, tempos twist, slow—fast—stumble—blast, rhymes tangle vis with lure, sneer with core, grit with split, absurd risible dances with puanteur stink, profound levis lifts crash to tristis depths, hooks catch—“Vere!”—snap—“Clutch!”—jab—“Dur!”—stack, until it all coils tight, luna burns, monstrum roars, fiel drips, and I’m howling one word, stretched raw and long—Suuuuuuuuum
“Raw—raw—stir,” it hums, I nod, gravis weighs me low,
Then it cuts sharper, lux flares, fiel twists, summa’s letting go—  
“Raw—raw—lux ignites, fiel fights, summa breaks, it’s killin’ strike!”
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