fiction world

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fiction world ( some hurrnnfff & therefore )



life is not a novel

chapter seventeen

grandma has exploded

how now brown cow's green


bishops keep imploding

the crown jewels have gone

everyone's bewildered

so we carry on


hunchbacks on a bender

joseph's lost in dreams

bits of this are borrowed

all's not what it seems


typewriters are singing

singing inky songs

our insides vibrate with

books in everyone

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