Your bear-like hands would guide me
on a training-wheel-less bike
while holding me tight so I
would stay balanced long enough
to make it to the street’s end.
You nestled your cigarette
between your thin lips as you
cheered me on, hoping I would
make it by myself this time.
It would end like my other
attempts- a sudden crash, then
tears as big as blueberries
and your comforting bear arms
engulfing me, your baby.
I'm making a battle jacket. I think I'm gonna put spikes on the cuffs.
New custom doll incoming
I made a zine. I'm not done with it
Red Baron poem I wrote cause why tf not
I've been found out y'all
They're Shaggy, too 
(join the community) It was too long so yall gonna have to read the article. anyway heres a poem about how the writing community is the best community on gamejolt:
Date night
We do be fine
I'm old now
About to start making zines. Any tips?
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