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a craptastic attempt at disguising my own teenaged s**t behind a terrible rearrangement of the syllables in "othello". gaaaaahhhhhh
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i'm all angst and wrongness.
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Tonight, red. Twirling, burning red,Fork of dreams, carry me along,Tonight, the red. It speaks. It speaks.Everything, every limp wick, it bounces up,I..
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i wanted to write about my favourite colour and how it was nothing. but i couldn't write a favourite without considering why. and i am a fool for not ..
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I know more than to suppose I'm hurting anyone. We're using each other for the status, of course. I've never had anyone love longer than a slap, to kn..
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Je aurais espérée maintenant, que je serais plus longue.It makes no sense. It fiddles with the ogre atrocity ofBlindness. It keeps wind ..
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Dread-locked darling, your hair a stairwellFor the clamber, dandy, c'est. I looked forThis validation in any other place, cameLike Alice, here last. A..
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The dream I have is tasteful. It is what they would like.I have been slain by the man I recalled, no.I am piles on paths and pavements. Bleeding out.T..
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They ran the circle wide, fairy-mouth. Wing speed.It ran around the only word possible:The age of forging peace, the day of dice.Which way, which way ..
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I am penning God,Fingers of spears cupping the belt buckle,Back against the fly-handle,Waiting to fly off the handleThe fox, he asked to be tamed,And ..
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