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Strozzie

Poetry

Any descriptive poems that do not fit into the "Gore" folder. No triggers, unless specifically mentioned in the summary of the piece.
  • Hail

    I would happily trade the murky, Southern slush for the crisp, Northern winters.

    1 min read
  • Measurement

    An answer to my mother's question, "How was your week in Florida?"

    1 min read


The only proper way of drinking Capri-Sun is from your great-grandmother's gold-plated cups reserved for special occasions.
— NovemberCrow