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Category: enigmaskennings

riddle me this.

unplumed

time is red; now’s trap, ever of “a is, or b”, made man level redder’s tenet–not toc nor tic. Eris eddied under it, lit, ’til tired, nude, i’d desire citron cotton, tenet’s redder level, named ambrosia for eve part’s wonders i emit.