umbrellas trollling their tops ides

there’s a heart heart heart in the soul of the soul of our souls

there are trolls’ umbrellas trollling their tops ides til theirtopsides break

down

they’re trill saints like dockends and facing up rakes and baby cakes

reflections

declensions unrivaling unraveling unwearable foreswearable tangentle

af

the be ceipting receding rebeatings missed seedings and receivings of our

souls

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