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It has been quite tepid since For days now, I've wondered about your existence Skimming through crossword clues At the table, stained from my then naïve hands Stories of girls propped on their forearms and dogs holding fabric scraps play on the TV "I used to write, you know." Funnily, whether these trivial facts matter to you or not That's neither here nor there Being home is pleasant: Wrapped in blankets and slurred reminiscences I am investing in your good graces Counting pennies and other good luck charms Numerous times have I caught your eyes meeting mine With the level of sincerity, my mother would approve Goodbye and good riddance, my sweet bird The little dog loves with all their might, and why can't I? You vengeful, spiteful mutt.
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Dec 8, 2025
Dec 8, 2025 at 8:02 PM UTC
Growing pains
It has been quite tepid since For days now, I've wondered about your existence Skimming through crossword clues At the table, stained from my then naïve hands Stories of girls propped on their forearms and dogs holding fabric scraps play on the TV "I used to write, you know." Funnily, whether these trivial facts matter to you or not That's neither here nor there Being home is pleasant: Wrapped in blankets and slurred reminiscences I am investing in your good graces Counting pennies and other good luck charms Numerous times have I caught your eyes meeting mine With the level of sincerity, my mother would approve Goodbye and good riddance, my sweet bird The little dog loves with all their might, and why can't I? You vengeful, spiteful mutt.
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Dec 8, 2025
Dec 8, 2025 at 8:02 PM UTC
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