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#weezercord poetry
coral escarp
vagrant plume
alone at the edge of the universe humming a tune
soft canopy
When the world crashes, i would make chocolate pudding. Using my dead grandma's ashes. It will taste bad and, look even worse. When i take a sip, the roof of my mouth feels coarse.
sinful plaza
i esge to buddy holy
vagrant plume
who up hollying they buddy
lethal steeple
The chorus to the world has turned and left me here is in iambic tetrameter
I think
earnest gale
The artist’s hands can get hurt
Harmed
Burned
And cut
Even by oneself
But the passion never dies
No matter how hard one tries to destroy
The passion burns
It gets hurt
But doesn’t need to heal
Because it grows stronger
Every day
crude yacht
formal condor
we roam we roam we roam e e e e hg The interest ,, compliactaions when they are free