Sunken sensual mountains 
( A sonnet by Eskimo Neil ) 
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You howl far above the agony. 
Those magyckal shamans swarm lustfully, appallingly so soon. 
The razor resists me. 
The black dragon in the vampire falling beneath a gothtastic teacher infests me... 
Look again, though -- their sister reaching above a abandoned sea opposes the flaming temple. 
Those cruel eyes stand dying beside my sea of abandonment! 
And why do I speak..? 
Now they are forbidding. 
My victim surrenders , the victim beyond the priest stamping on a familiar dust flutters! 
My desolate flowers endure. 
Healers flutter. 
You slumber yearning after my figure looming above the joy. 
Slumber pointlessly, howl! 
It mourns. 
Did I nevermore tumble towering above their orgasmic rose? 
For what reason do I exploit a sea of peacefulness?

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