what the hell is an oder?, dued do you have frenz??, can i sell my soul for robux?, I'm sorry?A Poem by Everett Dulina kind of niche audience.i clawed down that godforsaken well praying, pleading a hand would drag me to hell for a mere second if you squinted a brief glimpse of purgatory before a mournsome sin beyond red far below lay those pulsing fields interfering, intercepting something i hold dear id rather be a losr than be a newb the losers title said something alone
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Added on November 15, 2024 Last Updated on November 28, 2024 AuthorEverett DulinWAAboutEverett Dulin. Might see my chapbook soon. unfortunately this site has problems ig, filler.sophical more.. |

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