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a Poem about Selling Out for OP to Read taking shelter from the cold getting comfy, growing old partaking of the finest potions abandoning your youthful notions no more pain now only pleasure luxury but never leisure everything in life has its price sometimes nice things aren't so nice take it easy, slow your roll don't let your lifestyle cost your soul
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i'm all outta beans
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Nov 12, 2020 07:45
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another poem for op to read my calm, steady voice renders shitposts as mp3s i cast them into the digital sea perhaps my true love will hear one, and be drawn t-(incoming message noise) alas, my art goes ignored. they'd rather show bobs and madturbate
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Nov 13, 2020 04:37
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i will make terrible songs for your poems op. you want em first to read to, or you gonna send me poems to jam to, or what?
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