Malady Melts Music

hoisted hankerings puke
nauseating vying view
lofty lust yawns
puncturing pulpy lawn
twain tainted tune
mystic melody prune

rusty riffs blush
under octave’s touch
callous crescendoes’ crush

smirking pitch pitches
gaunt glissando clinches
birthing sumptuous A6

tuning atmosphere tenses
malady melts music.
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A sperm that was sown, Which for years has grown: Now, growing as a clone.

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