A Haiku —
When I read the news
I always really hope that
He’s a dead corpse now
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You are behind the white house. A path leads into the forest to the east. In one corner of the house there is a small window which is slightly ajar.
When I read the news
I always really hope that
He’s a dead corpse now
Categorised as: /dev/random | Blogs
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