My uncle lives in a beautiful house,proud of the hand-carved bannister, the broad…
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when I was young darkness began days always
I’ve always been quite fond of profanityas an Irish-AmericanI come by it honestly
We say it a lotIt feels goodBut there’s no information in itNo knowledgeOnly hopeWhich is fineAs far as it goes
Sharp metal scrapes your septumBlood flows
ThereI feel better
Love is like a duck