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The morning Sinks its bite Into a lifeless stuffed toy, Yanking it across the room For its owner to throw Me again.
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Sep 24, 2025
Sep 24, 2025 at 3:20 PM UTC
The morning
The morning Sinks its bite Into a lifeless stuffed toy, Yanking it across the room For its owner to throw Me again.
Jasper
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Sep 24, 2025
Sep 24, 2025 at 3:20 PM UTC
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