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Doft, a mared Twinne (Meta-Ku) by T. Jonathron Remp
Tell me what's on your mind.
Say to me what is on top of your mind.
Utter unto me the objects that are on top of your brain.
List for me the layers of skin and scalp on top of your cerebrum.
As you list me, Mist me.
That is, throw a Sierra Mist to me.
That is, grovel towards me until a fiery ring burns into your finger.
That finger will become your ring finger
Whether you like it or not
Because the link between that finger and that fiery ring will forever
linger
Like a knot that can't untwinger
Someone in my kindergarten class fell off of an escalator at the mall
recently, I saw it on Fox Eye Witness News 7, Your Source For WeatherMAX
Advanced Storm Warning with Brad Vance.
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