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folquenesch

2025-04-08

puzzle so fresh

no clue

dazzle folquenesch

why so rapey

they can never break me

i will never forget thee

lets call seasons spree

kissed the storm and called it funny

you spoke about it as if i was a mummy

oh folquenesch

you thief of names

ache in velvet skin,

forgets what it takes!

mirror held in tremble’s grip

fire was water before it

asking questions questions

questions questions questions

folquenesch game you play

aparted me scripples tinface

dribble me back into place

cant you see preasley face

truth gets lost when edge is soft

you’re moving but you can’t go

conflicted race

race all you make me do

do you even watch me run

or do you run me

vam me lam me and mran me

make money?

slarn me and darn me 69 me

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