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For more snipped poetry, read Sticky from Seven Yrs Later. See all Post-its here.

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Around Summer

I heartily learned that

desires and goals

break their shit

Thank God

I dressed up as a

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I didn’t care that

it was a fine party

I brought my penis

Cut from Notes to Self:

“Fuck them, I’m making my own story”

“but afterwards I was like woah way to sideswipe rape”