Summer has ended, and I am a person again. Here’s proof.
Someone very cool said this piece has a “sense of weird melancholy,” so there’s that.
You may think this poem is about an extinct type of cow, but you’d be wrong.
A sleepy poem because I really need a nap.
A poem about identity, or something else.
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