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❝ Walking down the odd lane of Cosworth,
I saw a person strange.
They looked like a rebirth,
of a twisted age.
Wearing nothing, but a multi coloured suit,
and a sleek black lorgnette.
Holding out a paper made out of jute,
'Is this a threat?'
Being a wizard of time,
I know a lot extordinary.
Expect this odd dime,
in their late twenties.
I take the paper,
and see a strange sketch.
It is of a women warrior.
looking quite henched.
I look at the stranger, confused,
but they vanish into the abyss of time.
'Did I get dupped?'
Suddenly, I hear a curious chime.
I tuck the sketch into my perky pockets,
and wait for my chariot.
'There are many sleezy secrets,
related to the ones private.
Time sublimely sucks me up,
to a colourless void.
I got another cunning cup,
of something devoid.
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"A warrior women was found dead near Margrave river,
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