Melancholy Hyperbole

Poetry about longing.

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All Balloons Must Pop, All Animals Must Die

Sam and I were trying to make it with these baristas and we were all Pretty drunk on gas station wine and the pheromones were lifting weights, And it smelled like air conditioner mildew. We wanted something cool   And refreshing, but there was this nasty smell laced with the air. We persevered though and before long, clothes were off And we were doing our best to compensate for a […]

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