Tuesday, January 27, 2026

wallowing.

ten fags smoked

twenty nonograms solved

countless youtube videos watched

200 quid spent 

not a line written

is it time to go on ozempic

is it time to give myself face tats

this cannot count as a poem

but this me me me wallower has to go to bed eventually



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