instigated fox repellant
crinkles at my voodoo slint
contumeliant fig pickers
dig me on a tuesday
all is faun
and all is bostik
mornflakes winkle
at my floss tips
i will conjugate the balding dawn
without a minkled cherub
fog me crabwards
for your flechrinks
little lost bit.
Ethel, windward!
Wailing...
for emmett.
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