R. Bagby
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just enjoying wrestling with writing don't mind meA Poem by R. Bagbyraps |
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Stream of consciousness subject being adorationA Poem by R. Bagbylonging |
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Arriving inebriated late at the 711A Poem by R. Bagbyfuture song |
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Psychology of a cigarette packA Poem by R. BagbyNewport menthols |
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I wrote a morbid haiku about how it's okay to kill..A Poem by R. Bagbyblack fields of impenetrable anguish |
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pointless shooting starA Poem by R. Bagbyblind hope |
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waiting on my dreads to growA Poem by R. Bagbyfuture song. |
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ObtuseA Poem by R. Bagbywhat are we as a society when our pasts never happened and our tragedies are five hour dreams the conundrums we build are jenga risks when we can't ad.. |
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AgoraphobiaA Poem by R. BagbyGargoyles |
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force majeureA Poem by R. Bagbyto someone |
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