87: By The Empty
Sometimes
You
Blow the whistle
And
Sometimes
You
Wait
For the smoke
To clear
Like a siren
Oh
Sonic wall
Alone
On my island
Warning
Stay Away
There
Are cliffs Dear
There
Are fissures here
Abyss
Crevasse
Depths
With
Sharp teeth
Don't
Say
I didn't
Sound
All
Available
Alarms
Don't be
Surprised
When I laugh
As you cry
Deep
Black licorice
Sweet and Spicy
Not fit for
Every pallet
You
Hunger
For pranks
Taste buds
On Pavlovian Fire
Not
Fit
For every pallet
Drink
It
Down
Fill
An
Unfillable
Pit
One
That was
Magicked
By
Quantum
Machinations
As
My
Imagination
Sighed
Barely There
And
Eaten
By The Empty
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