This is my tiny poem
spilled out like a tiny
(fucking)
prayer
from my tiny
(fucking)
balcony
floating through space
like a tiny
(yes, fucking)
timeless bubble:
fuck it all,
fuck cheer
fuck joy
fuck love and
most of all
fuck life
screwing up
all my fucking
(tiny)
plans!
This feels
(fucking)
un-poetically grand!
Fuck, yeah!
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