Did you say something?
I don’t here hear a sound.
Cold cuts.
I thought so but no know.
Sublime subprime.
The equation is duly dulled.
Quick counts.
Red footprints, now embalmed emblems.
ConTENT CONtent.
In the quiet quiet night night.
Finish finished.
That that that should have been.
Sewn grin gleaning glamour.
Abracadabra!
You disappear.
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