Mirror writing

Shooters like Doom on chunkier computers

Too astute, me

Looking cute, boom Catesby

Maybe looted my jeweller, punching through glass cases a staple

Gloves on, dukes up shouting what’s up? Don’t mean merino mittens

Look how they’re sitting, heads of tables, the best kitchens

Sitting pretty, light hits fits just right, makes me Lugh

Lightbringer looking nice and tight in the mirror in the loo

In there more often than if I just ate vindaloo

Right shoes for the do tonight

Blues and I leave no clues

If I get a letter, know it’s from you

Try again only better, know I’ll get what I want from you

One time then you’re mine forever

Written in code to dissuade fools

Da Vinci font, stick to rules

Check the reflection

How an elect manages to read what my ledger mentions.

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