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Aug 2018
i wonder,
how well i know the way you walk.
i wonder,
if it's comparable,
to how well you knew the way i talk.
deliberate yet jumbled,
opposed to your slyness.
confident yet humble,
we shared a ***** concience.
always responsive, always nonsense,
when we schemed a way to test my patience,
and a way to smuggle our symbols across the sea.

i'll miss you,

sincerely.
sing song ding **** ditch, i once met a girl that called me a snitch.
king kong ping pong pitch, she called me a liar and claimed my art kitsch
she wasn't wrong
what a *****
david mitchell
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