Who is playing
tic-tac-toe
in my sky today?
Catbox-coldsore
crying in your
oatmeal.
It's our world
we will render it
unusable.
Relax,
this is just
breakfast with
the joykillers.
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มุมมองที่ปราดเปรื่อง The opines of an hermetic bard. ความเห็นของกวีปิดตาย. Poetic License Revoked.
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