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I couldn't think of another stanza
curled on a velvet chair
in a darkening room
is a monstorous teen.
outside the blackening,
is a fading pink sky.
the clouds within whisper to shepards,
"Delighted I Hope"
and on the highest grassy hills,
the shepards face eternity.
Friday 9th September 2022 8:08 pm
star shaped stickers
when i see the girls who match my soft body,
when i see them wear the skirts, the tshirts, you know the ones.
well when i see them, i feel as though i must reach through to the other side
of the screen that seperates and give them a star shaped sticker.
the stickers that, while they got their flowers, we coveted on our walls.
it's awkwardly awkward trying to explain this to anothe...
Sunday 29th May 2022 11:06 pm
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