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Mar 2018
when it snows
        in england,
i like to, eat it;
perhaps it's an aversion
to candy-floss...
  but no night can
ever be as perfected,
as by a lunatic,
eating snow;
testing for norwegian,
acid rain.
bulging fluff...
   tender water,
            my highest
care to aspire to make
mark: ex- instance -
ya...
       out of ever instance...
  and insisting
paraphrase that might
have been a parable...
    död, gutt und gott, grø...
die långvarig vokal...
       mit grafem,
                   O siamese use
of E...
                when it snows in england,
which is a rarity of exposure,
i, tend to, eat it...
              pretending i am
but a child, revealing
        a taste for candy-floss.
Mateuš Conrad
Written by
Mateuš Conrad  36/M/Essex (England)
(36/M/Essex (England))   
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