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they say a woman
rages and calms like the sea;
i’ll drink to that shit.

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night’s dark relief, by
morning light transformed into
vague scent of urine

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one man’s will cannot
hope to quell the rising flood.
please hold very still.

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moonlight gleams golden
the stream arcs and splashes
all over my shoes

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Is 4th grade level grammar and spelling too much to ask? Really?

Love, Pip

P.S. I will hire a hacker to break into the iTunes account database and find the personal address of the next fucker who posts a review saying “should i wach this show? click YES if u think i should :)”.

Then I will find you, and I will do things to you. Dark things.

a surge in the tide
may strike with little warning.
sorry ’bout your eye.

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a surge in the tide
may strike with little warning.
sorry ’bout your eye.

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a surge in the tide
may strike with little warning.
sorry ’bout your eye.

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the depths of his soul
fight to be heard. he sighs and
draws another dick.

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he sang with his soul
setting it free! and his soul
couldn’t sing for shit.

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