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Boys don't cry. I'm a rusty crook, darling— smith: I hammer words. until the rhyme bleeds— and crickets dreaming through the witch hours— I type
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Aug 4, 2025
Aug 4, 2025 at 12:58 PM UTC
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Boys don't cry. I'm a rusty crook, darling— smith: I hammer words. until the rhyme bleeds— and crickets dreaming through the witch hours— I type
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22/M/Kenya
Aug 4, 2025
Aug 4, 2025 at 12:58 PM UTC
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