Found this written on a wall:

Flowers dirtea, trees amishe
Nothing touched anoo with this
Anymore, I find them there,
Our culturattic, blinded stare

Forcebecoming stronger still but
Moving making feeling ill...
Trash contracting, ball of shit
Somehow we must live a bit

Tucked-in time for one big rest
Because behad bebe be best
Noahn cleans the attic, from the floor
Daowan cleans the attic anymore

Attack! From wander sommet rush to
Crash through valet, grassblood crush
Beasty skin tootat to flay,
Said, Where do you want to go today?

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