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The gateway to hot food.

Today as I write this, the temperature plummeted to just below 0 oC and hail turned everything white. The photos below are only a week old. 379 more words

Cheap

Game of Doors

This life
A game, of a million doors
Secured on the inside
Of our hearts 82 more words

Poetry

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Pride
our dusted handprint
upon a pistol
purchased for hurt

-William Leed-

Poetry

that I try, that I try, that I'm trying too hard again? HAHA

this morning before I entered the class I was walking along the corridor and I saw him walking into the classroom
urgh don’t really know what to type so I’ll just summarize what happened so far… 421 more words