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You can't pour wine from an empty Bottle, the pop-up ad tells me. I laugh. I laugh as the cracks At its bottom cut into My palm; I pour you Another glass. It's all red anyway. Who cares what that AI has to say.
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Mar 22, 2025
Mar 22, 2025 at 10:30 AM UTC
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You can't pour wine from an empty Bottle, the pop-up ad tells me. I laugh. I laugh as the cracks At its bottom cut into My palm; I pour you Another glass. It's all red anyway. Who cares what that AI has to say.
ads. ads for therapy; ads to remind me to be positive; ads that know i need help but can't offer it.
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13/F/Singapore
Mar 22, 2025
Mar 22, 2025 at 10:30 AM UTC
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