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"Create Poem" it says. Create poem.
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Exercises The things they dare to say today -
a snark, a dull troll on a stroll,
pulling each other's wool
down, showing vulpine features
things they both knew.
the smell of wet wool on your want
the want of wanting what we won't want
Which reminds me. You know that cough that almost turns into throwing up?
Me neither.
Incidentally, I threw up on your grandmother's ashes.
She's really pissed.
She says she'll have to hunt down another voodoo priest.
"Create Poem" it says. Create poem.
Like I had that light in me.
