Stuck Up

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Fluffy, puffy coat
around your huffy, stuffy throat,
spitting out awful, angled words,
crossing as they curse.
A huffed, trifle rifled rough,
swallowing a truffle of numb words stuffed.
Crammed and crude,
a punchy subject too,
ruffled around your languaged croaks,
when stuck-ups you released struck thus,
pouring and gathering like the down
feathers stuck
in the wintry coat that sunk your quotes.

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