What a thicket what a mix-up
all my
thatches caught in one
attempt at love
all now as we see stretched forever
into the dead sands of what
Marythorpe?
Grimsby?
Dead starfish?
Myths of ice trawlers?
Wow you have to be joking.
My terrorism goes deep.
Mwah.
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