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Chrissy on the stairs
Me Delighted. I yell "Boo!"
It was not Chrissy
About the Creator
Jess S
One day I will be myself again,
and this darkness might come to an end,
and all doubt will cease,
and all strength will rise.
One day my tainted memories will be left behind,
and I will be able to see the world through a clear lens.
Pericles
Pericles, the Pitcher Plant is surrounded by glory. His artistic and opportunistic friends sit around a congregation of the sticky and prickly sort. Unshaven, they chill with their lids off-an open door policy-for those insects drawn in by the lure of fermenting liquor from nectar punch leftover from partying the night before.
By Tony Martelloabout 20 hours ago in Poets
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Omgggg! I've embarrassed myself this way too! 🤣🤣🤣🤣