Words
Touch your huggable
Scratch your scrunchable
Itch that part of your soul that can still share
the re-Fine-ery and the Mine-ery
What’s mine is mine, and
what’s yours is mine-ery
must go out the window
lay low
Forget this was spoken by me.
What if it were you?
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