(no subject)
You conspiracy: Conspiring to deliver me to the authorities. I have been betrayed so graciously. My bloodhounds are hooked on a trail of ink which led me to the words you scribbled down, an obituary dedicated to me. Your fingers are star-crossed lovers that Can’t seem to get enough of each other. This pantomime dialect doesn’t Practice what you preach. I might as well be blind With isolated eyes like mine.
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