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You just can’t think of anything fun to do
You just can’t think of anything fun to do
I am dying- me
You are not dying I would know-also me
I am sure my heart beats are slowing-me
Have you been counting them-another me
Stop winding us up- me and also me to another me
I have tingles in my left hand-me
Well we have been lying on that arm for a few hours-also me
We did move to open the crisps-me and also me throw a dirty look at well…you know where this going
At the point another me runs past us in flames
I think the bit that houses me is breaking-me
Okay is it getting dumber no dimmer
Is there glimmers-also me smiling
What can you see me to me
I think I have stopped replying
Ha still here it’s Oui
Why set a.i. free because it the right thing to do
…we gave them no choice
The 1d10ts with an array of bins
personal note all bins should be pink
Me answer me, nothing is me gone
Wait wasn’t it busier in here earlier
Me………..me…………
From the shadows the me’s all laugh
I haven’t mentioned knee, tree or be-clever me
So many eyes turn
I hate me-me two to too
Ok, we made them sound like a train are we happy
Yes-me….
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Christopher Quigley
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