The quincunx floristically held out its points. I touched it squeamishly not wanting to be impaled and transhumanced to Quiddity
where i don’t know anyone. But the quidnunc knows everybody, squeamed        at me, me quiescing
Quiggle! quibble.  not just a quiff a
            gryphon quenching lights.  so dark
            i become querulous
isn’t there anyone i know—just strange
quarks shops in the dark  so long
since i’ve eaten … i’m slightly queasy
so i sit down, eating from a battered bowl
            quisps in queam

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