fuck poetry
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The Roofer
My blood had soaked into the pages. It looked really bad. The poetry, not my blood.
wcw / the local indoor range
i have fucked
the plum
into a pulp
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[Some random American candids]
Oops,
he caught Me,
while I sat,
parallel to them,
in the low light
fully charged.
“I’ve already told someone,” he said
“Everyone knows what You’re doing here.