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Sensualities of Ormo

Let us moan and mumble together, / Under a blanket, from the box you opened, / And hurry to your satisfied end, / Before the security gua…

The Real

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A Tinman, Swindled

“There is nothing there within,” / She sighed. / “There is nothing there within. / He is hollow, cold and safe, / In his armor made of tin.”

The Resurrection of Ormo

The great dark shadow of Ormo, / Fell over her face and her hands, / And with a mighty quiver and release, / The spirit of Ormo was expe…

The Ride

Her blonde hair flashes over my face, / As she bites her bottom lip and cries out, / A rebel yell into the wild night, / With her white h…

The Fall of Ormo

See, Ormo was his dearest friend, / All the way to his very sad end. / “It’s all right, Igbo,” Ormo would say, / “I…

Knock Knock!

But a few paces on the floor, / A round of knocks battered the door. / And shook the pictures on the wall. / As he peeked through the peep…

Epic Proportions

“Oh, but all the hells! / Tell the priest to ring the bells!” / The people heard the mayor yell, / As her shadow passed his doo…

Such Is The Way

A blade stabbed deep into the snow, / Near vanquished hero’s hand, His foe / absent of life’s tender glow: / Such is the way I love.

Troll

What’s that creeping, sneaking, / Through the grove of angry trees? / The taint of evil visions, / Painting shadows on the breezeR…

Under the Bed

Sometimes, what’s under the bed isn’t nearly as bad as what could be above it.

The Ballad of Garrett

Hookers aren’t cheap.
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