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wake_the_fuck_up
anon the _world_is_run_by_gangsters 210317
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Soma "Who is The_Fuck" I ponder
the cold wind of early spring
gives me pause
I huddle for a moment's warmth
"and why would I wake them?"
I look, searching and find
I have no more fucks to give
nor fucks to wake
behold my barren lands
I am become the fuckless
twisted and small
like fruit trees on either side
I walk, on barren soil
fruitless for now
but who knows what magic spring might bring
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