folquenesch
2025-04-22
why folquenesch
i have no questions to you
you you you you’re just i can’t
i know you and i don’t know you
you are an endless pit
or you’re nothing
you’re simply nothing but see folquenesch I
I too am far too gone to make myself whatever use I shall be used of me
where languages don’t speak
bypassers freak
take home a nick
no folquenesch
are you of folks
what is nesch
are you folio?
is folq an ancient people?
is fol a soldier like state where you unite for unities sake?
you come up before you disappear
and you leave no taste
nor will i find the means to
find the means
folquenesch
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