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some sort of rough chaos dictates the following...            can't bleat           a swallowing             thin crease               a minor alteration     the seventh year twitch        & sprung is my fink   making demands   a tinker in his eye          & the waterworks hailing                     from his rapid claws   commands much work spun nylon from my whipped flaws destruct the family plans                its for a wick lit cause fist the winnings up your purse       spill the prophecy               hail a taxi      & concrete the curse
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Jan 28, 2021
Jan 28, 2021 at 7:24 AM UTC
F I N K
some sort of rough chaos dictates the following...            can't bleat           a swallowing             thin crease               a minor alteration     the seventh year twitch        & sprung is my fink   making demands   a tinker in his eye          & the waterworks hailing                     from his rapid claws   commands much work spun nylon from my whipped flaws destruct the family plans                its for a wick lit cause fist the winnings up your purse       spill the prophecy               hail a taxi      & concrete the curse
#fink#surreal#prank
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Jan 28, 2021
Jan 28, 2021 at 7:24 AM UTC
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