Cozy: Poem/Story?
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Ongoing<5 mins
Last published Wed, Apr 9, 2025
This story/poem is about a woman having a conversation with no one. She believes you (the reader) has brought this magical word "cozy" upon her and now she hates you for it but you are nothing but her subconscious.
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