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Random First Lines:Sara continually finds strange toys appearing in her son's crib, so after setting up a camera in his room, she discovers something terrifying. » Read
By Jan Gabriel
This poem is about... wait, no. I have no absolutely idea what it's about. I don't even remember writing it, but apparently I did. Good God, what have I done?
This piece is subject to interpretation (and possible clinical analysis).
A poem about smoking pot