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I am unable to comment on your essays> >"You are currently unable to comment on any post due to a violation of our community guidelines"Thanks buttholes . . . Suck my Nuts. What rule did I break? NO ANSWER> must be owned by MEDIUM where I was revoked too.βI want to swallow you, have you melt into me and flow through my veins.β β Han Kang
By SAMURAI SAM: Wild Wayne6 months ago in Poets
The Note
Strips of paper fly wildly in the wind. Pieces of a memory, a message disappearing into the world beyond. They swirl around like a magical mystery, dancing to unknown destinations. No one will know now the secrets that were written in the dark. The memory of what was forgotten. The pieces fly far and wide away from each other. Soon theyβll be completely destroyed by the natural elements. This message could have changed so much if only someone had been able to read it before he changed his mind. Now it is lost. Now no one will ever know. Now the current path of the grey mundane will continue.
By Leah Suzanne Dewey6 months ago in Poets



