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  • ifYouAreReadingThisThanFindSomethingBetter
    212 27 10

    ...for bad poets and distracted minds. There is no name yet, considering it will probably be gone by tommorow. Short poems of my own creation!

  • The Solace of a Stranger
    27 3 2

    The year is 2086. Physical contact has been outlawed. Hug dealers tenderly embrace people in the in the dead of night. Only the shadiest of people would dare hold hands in the dark streets and alleys. The world has completely changed. co- written with @runningoutoftime-