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Where The doggerel barks

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NO sweat, this deliquesce as this summer Sunday evaporates the ice in my rocks glass, weeps. For me? my thirst overleveraged a drought in arrears, and as for a pity … Keep Reading

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les étés chauds sont la règle ici

No. The meek will not inherit the earth or habitat in heaven, or experience the nightlife in Havana… as they can’t see the savanna from their sub-topical pleas that mistakes … Keep Reading

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A Platform Specific Poem

like “Likes” here in their latency to appear, I fear a script writ in conflict I’d wait out what hesitates and remain mute to the matter, but my patter speaks … Keep Reading

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