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Wednesday, March 6, 2019
Trip the Lights Apocalyptic
The more we suckle at the muse,
The more ideas that crowd our brains.
Before among the best we choose
Some fix to us like bloody stains.
So trip the lights apocalyptic
(If you can’t be deep, be cryptic)
A poem incorporating 5 random words: APOCALYPTIC, AMONG, CROWD, FIX, SUCKLE