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short poem
Chapped Eating the dandruff scabs off my head my eyes are watering from nonexistent onions or emotions always there is a pipe cleaner constricting my heart or scalding jello in ...
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The Emoeror's Mistress
Heber: "What the hell are you?" such a rude child! But he is tall, and his features are well proportioned and spaced evenly... has potential to be. No I mustn't ...