Poems from NatBad

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Shakespeare adventurest and highly argumentative
Despite it all, Being golden isn't easy The weight is hard on my shoulders It leaves my neck tight And hard glares on my back And queasy...
When they first drifted, He became lost No one to keep his world from falling apart   His world became empty His judgement became clouded...
I held the knife to the middle of my wrist, and pulled all the way to my elebow, then placed it into my right hand and repeated the action...
Like a clown car, People rush out, One. Two. Three. But the space is small Could barely hold one But three rush out Adventuring out into a...
There is a boundary Not too far from here. The names of the sides it divides Are known to all, Even though we do not consciously recognize...

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