dear genius,
i received a note today in my locker; stuffed in between the lock and the dusty hinges.
“the imagination running, the room is spinning like gold and precious stones and dark specks of ashes build upon; chiefly prized because of its rarity. elevate its possessor to effable spheres as you give spirits a place to stay in the realms of pages. sing to me about degeneracy and courting opulence; define human nature and those with neglecting brains. shriveling smiles to deftly throw the incoherent ravings of insanity into verse because you’re a g e n i u s.”
people really shouldn’t throw insults like this.
yours truly,
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