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I THOUGHT THIS DROUGHT WOULD BEAR FRUIT, WHATEVER THEY SAY GOD'S NOT CUTE

2026-07-27

is it love that hurts or the absence of it?
all the attempts at locating it to find something essentially different
contempt?
contemporary.
god made it all so you get weary
if you ask me piece of shit should have asked me
i would have made it fair and fairy
fairer than a maiden green eye, story of life
going gentle into that good night don't ask me why
i should stop here, the feeling is out,
this drought has a fullness of its own,
i kid you not.
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