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scratch scratch scratch scratch scribble schrimmle scrumble rumble scrat -- whisperinmyeartheweaselwhisker ticklesigigglesandtrytotrytorecall herwordspaintedredblackandpale thesewordsmeansomuchsomany thingsfromalonelyfoodstuffstore wehoardthisinhealingyourhandis shakingyouneedtofeedthesoulthe soulthesoulwithsomethingother thanthatsoulsuckingtrash can you grasp the whiskers of a tiger under your lap? scrimble crumple scratch
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Wow. I really love the rhythm of this one.
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Thank you✨
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This is one of those perfect poems. Perfect in every way.
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Thank you! 🥰
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