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The clear washed out sky of April- only an imitation of December. I tell those of December, only a putrefied thinker would oppose. Be a root or a fool. The unfriendly finger will slowly run its coarse mark down through every inch of you. Feel the wintry crystals pierce you, for it’s April!
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May 15, 2025
May 15, 2025 at 2:14 PM UTC
December avowed itself as April
The clear washed out sky of April- only an imitation of December. I tell those of December, only a putrefied thinker would oppose. Be a root or a fool. The unfriendly finger will slowly run its coarse mark down through every inch of you. Feel the wintry crystals pierce you, for it’s April!
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17/F/California
May 15, 2025
May 15, 2025 at 2:14 PM UTC
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