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A caster of mimes and mimicry Stilts a prance About the tomb full of guests It's a mirrored jest to ease discomfort Visitors present their cards of invite And go swiftly about the social wetwork Their practices and manners Interact and ply Pulling teeth of the guises Harvesting an imflamation of words A baffle of tongue chorings There is an hour A second Then a third Whittling time Taming code Resorting to a little physical... And then they take their leave ; Prizes into the nights snare.
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Dec 28, 2016
Dec 28, 2016 at 10:02 PM UTC
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A caster of mimes and mimicry Stilts a prance About the tomb full of guests It's a mirrored jest to ease discomfort Visitors present their cards of invite And go swiftly about the social wetwork Their practices and manners Interact and ply Pulling teeth of the guises Harvesting an imflamation of words A baffle of tongue chorings There is an hour A second Then a third Whittling time Taming code Resorting to a little physical... And then they take their leave ; Prizes into the nights snare.
neth-jones
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Dec 28, 2016
Dec 28, 2016 at 10:02 PM UTC
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