Gord
2026-08-20 09:06 pm
Blood dries into mold, Troubling side issues, Like rising moons, Aspire to sunshine. What am I to do? Stand idly by? Life is too short.
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Gord
2026-08-20 12:52 pm
Time doesn't exist, Like carbon paper, Beneath me, Impression. Life isn't about solid phases, Matter has three states, Like a person has faces. Knife, plunge into my skin, You planned to cut me, But, what about yourself? You're beneath me.
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