(P.S. poetry series) Insular Unit
It feels like personal prison, at the cage a guarding dog named Otis, seasonal change goes by unnoticed, no reason for’em, times and the rage…
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It feels like personal prison, at the cage a guarding dog named Otis, seasonal change goes by unnoticed, no reason for’em, times and the rage…
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