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His writing so dark undescribed A bag A case In a language I could only guess A glance A stare A look not want nor given I guess He could pass in the day Go about that way So he wrote To the sound of thunder counting Getting near I tried to see Written it be A venomous look All mistook A smile that would **** His thunder was here
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7h ago
Jun 4, 2026 at 9:50 AM UTC
The Man
His writing so dark undescribed A bag A case In a language I could only guess A glance A stare A look not want nor given I guess He could pass in the day Go about that way So he wrote To the sound of thunder counting Getting near I tried to see Written it be A venomous look All mistook A smile that would **** His thunder was here
andy-fardell
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7h ago
Jun 4, 2026 at 9:50 AM UTC
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