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"I was sent here by a more powerful version of myself who lives far in the future, and several dimensions over. I don't know why I was sent. Honestly this seems like a rather mundane task.
"So uh, I've been asked to give everyone (is anyone even here?) a message by my superiors, I hope that's alright." I unfurl a scroll tenderly.
"So uh, the pages are bleeding--that's what it says--and they're bleeding into one another and the marks are leaving letters all jumbled and confused, the stories are being written on top of one another like someone continually reusing magnetic tape. Uh, it says if we don't stop it the world might end. So that's bad. That's pretty bad I gotta say. It also says that if the world ends we don't get a second shot so, I mean, I think that would be implied but I suppose not." I throw away the scroll and sit back down on the floor.
"Ah and I guess I shouldn't be rude." I gesture to the woman to my left, a black-haired woman in her 30s, possessing a right eye made of tigereye. "This is Lorene."
Lorene bows her head. "My cue cards have words on them." She says.
"It's sort of shaped like a nose, if one was forced into a 2-D frame." They sniff with their own nose, long and pointed like a snout. "Yours smells of fresh lilac, and yours smells of dry ones."
"Unfortunate sighs as she picks up his own cue cards. Dead lilacs, rotting. Rhombus inside circle, like a cateye", they said as they picked up their own cue cards.
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Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
"Maybe if we don't say it, it'll cause the end of the world?"
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead