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woke up hungover and decided to type whats on my head .....

umm

oh you of blossom proud savory sinew stem clamped underfoot while flowy arms stay secure drinking morning air striped with the color cloud many..

a seasonal piece

a little sumtin sumptin that kinda rhymes

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a piece about crying

a little festive piece

a poem about the usual self loathing and emptyness

my apologies for the references and the language, but its my work not yours