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T R S
Poems
Nov 2019
PotHole
Mud is the word of gods.
You only are afforded fungus if you can knaw on your sisters ankle.
The world is raw.
And we can not let you be nothing.
You're strong.
and perfect.
I'm sorry.
Have our food.
I get it.
you're perfect.
We do what we can.
I span over gravy trains.
Other than that.... Just be a superhero.
Obstain.
Enjoy your muscle density and fast hearts.
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