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Post by anirbas on Nov 10, 2023 19:39:37 GMT -6
One hundred and fifty dollar floral bougie bouquets hide brilliant bright red flags of vain bitter jealousy beneath the scent of roses
Ladies, beware Greeks bearing gifts seeking adoration and abject subjugation If it stinks to high heavens that stench is shit not flowers
Always, to good to be true No prince who was promised here Instead another one trick pony mean spirited spoiled and whiny Dude, the circus is over there
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Post by artolmaeus on Nov 12, 2023 23:15:24 GMT -6
for some reason, the idea of the phrase "slight of hand" seems more true as "two slight hands, full of shit, wanting to shake yours"....I love this because I had to read this several times to have this hit, but, it is written in a way both short and direct but that it is loaded, it is a catalyst
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Post by anirbas on Nov 17, 2023 21:28:10 GMT -6
Then, I thank you for all of your reads, Art. Haha.
As is so often the case, when I did used to write with any regularity, I am often inspired by events unwinding around me that do not necessarily have anything to do with me.
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