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| epitome of incomprehensibility | I'm living off borrowed words - I ended a poem with the silly punchline Fifty Shades of Dorian Grey - I can't do spoken word - I can only speak in half-rhymes and splash dashes like streaks of trash on the sidewalk (full stop) | 150214 |
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