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some things start t'make sense
and others make sense at t'start
both change so what good you got on road
felt a tinge on skint worked awhile away
why no things uncolourful wit inward charm
transpires forward but all love cunt
transpunked outwards again hatefuck
whodiddit this time? noped p'dad.
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