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g*d dmt

after the two hundred and seventy-fifth day of rain the scientists shook their heads
ai had no answer
french drains overflowed into data centers and abandoned shopping malls
well-trained dogs with no history of accidents began shitting inside
my boat sank
below mom’s house
on the lake

12-24-23

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