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[gawthzone]

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[hot_ts]

here is a poem about my own form of suffering:

here lies the flowers
and they do not wilt
they are covered with bugs
but they live on
under the flowers
there lies the soil
enriched soil
miracle grow
under the soil lies a grave
the grave of a soul
of a body
who was killed in a bonfire accident
the body has no soul
the soul is separate
this is now my soul
and it burns
with the fire
as in a bonfire

seriously, tutoring, call me boy!