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Clouds playing pellet drums, I lodge in a tavern with no eaves. Ancient tea trees exhale cyan vapor, A signpost tilted by a rogue boulder Sheds a mythical fruit. A girl with pink hair Smokes a Camel, Slicing through a ****** steak— An offering for a soul already exiled. In the White Bear Memorial Park.
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7d ago
May 27, 2026 at 7:47 PM UTC
The Stranger
Clouds playing pellet drums, I lodge in a tavern with no eaves. Ancient tea trees exhale cyan vapor, A signpost tilted by a rogue boulder Sheds a mythical fruit. A girl with pink hair Smokes a Camel, Slicing through a ****** steak— An offering for a soul already exiled. In the White Bear Memorial Park.
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May 27, 2026 at 7:47 PM UTC
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