Labels:text | screenshot | font OCR: Haiku Brave brown leaves hang on Through windy winter to be Shoved off by spring buds. The sun burns the land Re lent less ly : care less ly A trout seems to smile I watch the sun set As I reflect on the past And journey onward Great, ragged, gaping holes hacked in my heart. I hope you go rot in Hell. If you have any sense, you'll know that on the foot the big toe is king. Called myself Candy, Put on breasts and a black dress. Don't call me bizarre. Literature by Stoner
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