ZANY PHRASES

A bottle bogged by a fizzled coagulation
The kamikaze whispered into my black dashiki
A dragon twisted and turned after it’s slaying
And never lied fire erupted off the slayer’s sword
Pinpointed pink darts at a litre of lies
With finicky fingers flicking through encrypted pages
Had the slayer seen another way to die
In trees twisted down to the roots of all ages

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