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Count them out. Sound by sound, number by number. Crunch by snap by split by tear.
Ten divided by the steel—two divided by the teeth in the jar.
Prod ‘till the cocoon splits. Metamorphosis by the way of chrysalis; liquefied and reforming.
It’s cold outside.
It’s cold inside.
Slough off the old skin. I hope the next fits better.
(ooc: i hate everything about him like HE IS SO UGLY BRUHHDSKRKSJDBSKD)
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Rora
is this about Jacob again??
No, but Jacob wishes this were about him
by ranboo; ; Report
Σ(゜ロ゜;) If it's not about Jacob then who else could piss you off that badly !? AND make you write questionable poetry,,,
by Rora; ; Report
if this is about yourself, don't bully yourself that's my job ):
by Rora; ; Report
☆︙𝚃𝙾𝙼𝙼𝚈 ︙☆
you can borrow my hoodie if you're cold, king :thumbsup:
Thank you Tommy. :))
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