Ode to the hair I found in my coffee cup after I finished drinking it
Too short to be mine.
Too discrete to be seen. I
Drank your bath water.
Too discrete to be seen. I
Drank your bath water.
Ode to the cat who lives next door, but likes to hang out on my front door step
We could be friends, guy.
Why do you run away when
I've got tuna here?
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