The poem I wrote for class today:
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Oh my god.
OH. MY. GOD.
My childhood is ruined
FOREVER.
I have just found
something so
horribibble, so
intrinsically wrong
that it brings a new
and terrible realism
to rule thirty-four.
(#34: "If it exists
there is porn of it.
No exceptions.")
The now ex-friend who
sent the link to the story
must have been
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