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the things we write ( etirw ew sgniht eht )
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dear mrs. worthington,
fear not the fog lights
wish you were hearsay
seven bellend lane
long for a gone walk
or silverfish fishing
full moon looming
oven’s in the dinner
porpoises, portals
scribble ’til you’re normalzzz
god is an onion
sincerely yours, anon
ten crisp crescent
messrs so & so
wet paint drying while
– this pen is running ou
see how they rumba
episode three
once upon a double dip
chapter ninety nine
die, you fucking goblins
don’t forget a brollie
eat more broccoli
see you in the morrow
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