Poems from Wired6

"It's bog standard Fam-put your hand in your pocket and pretend it's Spam." "You lost the plot man--I'm not hench enough 2 do that Fam.Brov...
Choose life. like a bird,fight for your life and fly. (Wait guys-what Cliche's I provide). It's never over. Just the beginning. What was...
This was it. This was the one. Triangulated They head.......AIM...... Toward the woods. Big bad oak hugs shallow green,brown eyes. (told...
What's the point of using this piece thought Adam  in ambivelent silence raking his time- after time- so-hum-drum- futile existence- of his...
MOLASSES LIQUORICE MELTING OVER HE AS ONE THEY RESEMBLE THE DARKNESS OF THE NIGHT HEAVY WITH DEW. (c)2/09/2021. Wired6.

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