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#fiddlefaddle
Tires hum, backs are bent clouds of words drift along: cyclists skirting along the sea They pedal and talk but don't smell what I smell don't look like I look They sweat out fragrances repeat their fiddle-faddle in monologues They feel important
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Mar 16
Mar 16, 2026 at 3:14 AM UTC
Skirting along the sea