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Twas A B***h, I Used To LoveA Poem by IdiotekqueShe wears her scars like pretty rings, Holds them close like precious things ... |
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That Cloud Looks Like an AngelA Story by Collabent CrutchSome surly, dark-humoured scratch about human frailty- takes place on a hot moldered afternoon in the groin of the city on a patch of grass. |
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