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  • Writer's pictureTweakUnique
    • Aug 10, 2019
    • 1 min read

Wry Eyes

Ask me why I’m wryly wise spreadin rye like Patty Mayonnaise, I dug somethin funny trackin treasures sniffin bunnies just for leisure. Which witch is best, sour pests? Would you hold on cuppin breasts? Milk on out somethin tasteful lick the plate so disdainful mix together tastelessness dirty birdies eggless nests scramble forth make a mess surprises lie way up high where carpet bombs drain supply feel the echoes of your cries bounce reverb your mind’s insides. Oh sin criminy! Don’t mind me, disguise the limit: terminal velocity.

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