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Originally Posted by vivaldirules
Twasn't brillig. Twasn't brillig at all.
Not a slithy tove in sight.
Dark it was, and still is.
Stinking salivic twistings of fate
plunge slowly to the core
tearing out flesh along the way.
Sit up and be demised.
Death triumphs all.
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Well, I'd comfort you some more but I don't want your really emotion filled poem to scroll out of sight. Howz bout I skritch between your ears?