Genre disguises talent in a pit of Holmes' 
snakes, cocaine filling the pit so they might 
escape and make mysteries.

Con and foil to become a househeld 
to blame for the signs on our times 
financial, fit to squint at The City.

Your impulse says a lot about who you 
feel under neat surfaces hangs out 
the laundry on a string instead of machinery. 

Dry the self on cobwebs, where all stuck 
creatures wait to die the inevitable 
meal for whose mouth you put it all on a fable. 

The edge of the certain is entering tamenent, 
guiding the reader to digest bac 
terially to the mat'.

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