Poetry is a beautiful way of spoiling prose, and the laborious art of exchanging plain sense for harmony.


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It was Christmas EveHappy Friendship Day to a best friend who single-handedly raises my family's suspicions about my sexual orientation.It called out his name, it called out his nameAnd with all of my empty wordsAfter all this time can't believe that I'mSummer is over, i swear