They came a hunting for some absurdist poetry and found this blog
I was raided in historic ways
(not just todays)
We'll see as the wind takes a good solid look
the crumble hits the flooring
my feet slide down upon my hands and we flint out.
no fires fit inside my pockets so we'll have to eat it fresh
apples need no grilling anyway
so this will be the time found
under rocks and socks
and soon to be moved in whole
the map is showing red shirts
and the hands are shaking.
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