NaPoWriMo 2017 - Day 3
The only poems that
I write are aimless stories
without a clear point
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Kudos
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Kudos
The only poems that
I write are aimless stories
without a clear point
Wasabi The Wasabi in your chopsticks Look at it So friendly, so soft like a fluffy cloud of love you must trust it The Wasabi is green like money like Easter grass like green tea ice cream so inviting you must trust it Pile the Wasabi on... Continue →