hear me out 💚

[A Former User]

@Wubbrle-the-Wubble in what way do you mean that

[Wubbrle the [REDACTED]]

@TensHairPuller uh idk

[A Former User]

@Wubbrle-the-Wubble giggled

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@TensHairPuller I eat Yellowcake…

[A Former User]

@Wubbrle-the-Wubble I eat Orangecake

[Wubbrle the [REDACTED]]

@TensHairPuller and i eat Osmium, love eating density of 22.59 g/cm³,

[A Former User]

@Wubbrle-the-Wubble 💚

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@TensHairPuller

Also I eat Iridium

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[Wubbrle the [REDACTED]]

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.