Wrinkling whiner.
Weighted wisely, whisked wildly.
Wondered with wicked eyes?
What worth warrants waving
woes?
Wyatt-Earp a whole workforce, wiggling
whitely whilst waking wiley wendigos.
"Wait, Wendys'?"
Whirled in waste.
Whisked ways without warning,
Waxed widow's-peak walking warm
wisdom, where weariness'
wrath wrote whimsical writhing's, wearing
patience into wincing. Whining worthlessly with
waning wading-like waters
wrongly wrecking his words.
War whipped wanderlust without fail.
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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