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the wind was a ruffle in the curtains and the day went by, unseized the world was a ricochet in a chamber and the gunshot bedroom leapt out, inept the women weep out neglected, knowing *** is of no value in our promiscuous world a cigarette is like a god in the skies the expectation is lofty and leaves us sad the earth turns me dizzy my arches have fallen and the trojan horses have all fled off, torn each child is abandoned in time and they all **** their parents with resent, cuckkoos are poets when they push all the little birdies out the nest each poet is a cuckoo liar, inflating any kind of truth they've found in the dotting of their stinking socks.                                    a beard is a false billboard    a wife is a lie that germinates s l o w  a dog is a god if you look with sad eyes there’s shakespeare in everything and its all undeserving there’s drama behind every curtain and all the best legs creep around like common juniper into the fiendish, lonely night     people make soup    and they shoot themselves                                                                with shotguns                       it doesn’t all make sense.                                don't make sense.                                            make oatmeal
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Jun 18, 2021
Jun 18, 2021 at 1:22 AM UTC
I'd leap from the window but theres beer left to drink
the wind was a ruffle in the curtains and the day went by, unseized the world was a ricochet in a chamber and the gunshot bedroom leapt out, inept the women weep out neglected, knowing *** is of no value in our promiscuous world a cigarette is like a god in the skies the expectation is lofty and leaves us sad the earth turns me dizzy my arches have fallen and the trojan horses have all fled off, torn each child is abandoned in time and they all **** their parents with resent, cuckkoos are poets when they push all the little birdies out the nest each poet is a cuckoo liar, inflating any kind of truth they've found in the dotting of their stinking socks.                                    a beard is a false billboard    a wife is a lie that germinates s l o w  a dog is a god if you look with sad eyes there’s shakespeare in everything and its all undeserving there’s drama behind every curtain and all the best legs creep around like common juniper into the fiendish, lonely night     people make soup    and they shoot themselves                                                                with shotguns                       it doesn’t all make sense.                                don't make sense.                                            make oatmeal
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Tluchowski
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Tluchowski
29/M/Ohio
Jun 18, 2021
Jun 18, 2021 at 1:22 AM UTC
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