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A38 Simps
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RE: sigh...posted in Images/Videos
Siloxa damn it happened to you too, it didnt only happen to you 3, it happened to most i think
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RE: talent alert?posted in Community
Trevor, I will find you… and I will lock you In your own Room.
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RE: hear me out 💚posted in Blog
We can never be with loss too long.
Behind the warped door that sticks,
the wood thrush calls to the monks,
pausing atop the stone crucifice,
singing: “I am marvelous alone!”
Thrash, thrash goes the hayfield:
rows of marrow and bone undone.
The horizon’s flashing fastens tight,
sealing the blue hills with vermillion.
Moss dyes a squirrel’s skull green.
The cemetery expands its borders —
little milky crosses grow like teeth.
How kind time is, altering space
so nothing stays wrong: and light,
more new light, always arrives.
idk im bored so i got a poem from the internet.
