Poetry ∙ “lolololol only w/ loaded fries / probs eats cheezels out of / martini glasses, my smartarse answer; / we all were aching to be stylish, once.”
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Read MorePoetry ∙ "the tapir went to town / hard hooves and proboscis raised / to reveal a herbivore’s broad teeth / with which it took an arm clean off"
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