tteokkiiit's in the pocket of a they/them faggot alongside a chipped bottle of rush and a worn zippo lighter. they shotgun smoke into my mouth and it curls cool into my raw throat . i exhale, pass out, and wake up on the floor, choking on the smoke because of my weak delicate sissy liberal lungs are asthmatic from the socialism in the air and the 5G invading my tissues. i love fag4fag. i wish nonbinary people were real.
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