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CellB CellB

If you don't learn to write your own story, someone else will write it for you

3 poems·Since January 2024

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January 27, 2024

He spat on her!

She Was his bag of treats once upon a long ago

 

Time.

 

But now.

She's a rotten teeth attempting to suck and bite

Bittersweet,picked up from the street,sweet.

 

 

Did she mean anything to giant ego driven concieted,hypocritical

All?I

 

We'll never know.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

©CELLB73.27/01/2024

 

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