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Swing
there are no more roses. i hear a squeak and know the ` roaches are coming. around the house, i played until i wore myself out, handing each marble to minds of self-pity. ` i cower now to think of it.… more →
The Gay Hacker
swing
wrote 1 year ago: there are no more roses. i hear a squeak and know the ` roaches are coming. around the house, i play … more →
