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Sanctuary with straps.
Innerverse leaks oozes from beyond the four humors.
Late or too early.
Ether that poisons with kindness between two American Dad episodes.
Narrowly unbearable in front of the texting counter jockeys.
Corroding after that thing I said, gambling on a new laugh.
Eating a foot while the imperceptible blush fades.
About the Creator
Willem Indigo
I spend substantial efforts diving into the unexplainable, the strange, and the bewilderingly blasphamous from a wry me, but it's a cold chaotic universe behind these eyes and at times, far beyond. I am Willem Indigo: where you wanna go?
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Interesting acrostic poem.