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Subscribed by Charlotte Popetz
I HAD GIVEN UP HOPE OF FINDING SOMEONE…
My love, before you, this dehydrated piss of mine / was such a lonely shade-grown coffee. / My semen’s judgment clouded / with an eerie,…
Dear Corporation (For Precarious College…
On nights like this, I believe that, on one human shoulder sits war and terror and poverty, and on the other, balancing precariously in a ketchup…
DEAR CORPORATION, [aka Summer Lovin…
No one likes their first cigarette. / Any chaperone could tell you that. Any / chaperone could tell you: our peephole / hearts all look…
Each proud morning flashes / its bleached asshole at us, / and, bless thine ass, darling, / you call it a dawning. /
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