Cuckfolding

Jun 07, 2024 06:29

Well, it's Junuary. F*cking cold as ice,
The air cuts through me like a knife.
I am privy to the early morning light
blasting through my northern window
6:30 am and it's already light
Early morning with delight.
What a magical sight!
Bright light,
On my wall
On my dull night
Enough to wake up
the spirits of Christ
I'm up!
Good night ! ~psp

dr. π (pi)
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poem, morning matins, going to the south side, sunny sunday

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