Harem of chimps, this is what I do
With my extra chromosomes- I ignore trees,
I get envious of pretty girls,
I try to avoid my face: Most of all, I finish near
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Your poems have become more cynical as the week has progressed. I like this one, perhaps it's the diminutive mermaids or the gluey smell of wildflowers and the drunken sky going to sleep under indescribable constellations.
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Your poems have become more cynical as the week has progressed. I like this one, perhaps it's the diminutive mermaids or the gluey smell of wildflowers and the drunken sky going to sleep under indescribable constellations.