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Allpoetry is nice: there’s a subtle fragrance of scented candle mixed with arrogance when you walk in. It’s full of supportive people that have a gentle hint of condescending superiority. It’s a great place for self proclaimed geniuses and misunderstood introverts to delicately dine on escargot with ornate silver utensils. I’m glad I can finally put my pinky down and use my fine linen napkins to soak up spills and clean off the stove top with 409 when necessary. I’m home.

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