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Oscar Finn Sep 2014
I kveld gikk jeg kjører
over grønne enger
Jeg så en rød solen
og en oransje månen stige
løpet lilla himmel

et sted i byen en brann brant
og svart røyk steg høyt over

Jeg tenkte på deg ...

og jeg holdt kjører ...
Jay earnest Sep 2023
Splattered in concrete like decent ommissions
Like ethereal gods
Like rotted pine and faulty seeds
Like withered lungs & crusty pig ****
Like  laughing dogs and cunty cats
Like frolicking lilyhammers
Like ****** bullmen
Like sexless libras
Like tight stewardess *** in the 90s
Like a poptart tomorrow
Like the last liberal
Conservative
Connected to the wifi
Take a stige
And laugh
Why not lol
Ok
   Ok ok
This is like myself

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