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Space Gas
The janky stanky winds
of reflection
are blowing in
my direction,
yet I don't care to see
who I've become.
of reflection
are blowing in
my direction,
yet I don't care to see
who I've become.
Published 22nd Aug 2019
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22nd Aug 2019 4:29pm
22nd Aug 2019 8:43pm
23rd Aug 2019 11:33pm
In my quest to discover my true self there are times when I wonder if that's really such a good idea. I relate my thoughts to this concise, profound piece. Brava!
24th Aug 2019 00:30am
28th Aug 2019 7:47am
Just close the windows. Janky winds can't stain a glass house, can they?
29th Aug 2019 4:41pm
Janky stains everything or at least tries too
It's probably a cousin of Mr Hankey the Christmas Poo 😂😂😂
It's probably a cousin of Mr Hankey the Christmas Poo 😂😂😂
