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Discord

like ducks perched in the lagoon we wait for the ice to thaw. with a cavalier scowl and a worn leather-bound, you curse the kindles for massacring the books and lament the coup of ear buds over record players and mourn the love lost by letters never sent trapped in cyberspace. your indignation was my bohemian rhapsody and winter was almost as bitter as you.

Discord

like ducks perched in the lagoon we wait for the ice to thaw. with a cavalier scowl and a worn leather-bound, you curse the kindles for...