The kaleidoughscope of writs
Ragequitting bad games these days
10/03/25
a poet.
Un poéme sans fin
Un terrain en béton parsemé de tâches de couleur sarcelle
Si littéraire; mais sans raison, aucun arc-en-ciel
La fin approche donc
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*Yawn*... and still nobody writes to me wtf you losers.
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*Yawn*... and still nobody writes to me wtf you losers.