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Khrushchevka royalty, apartment-bred

The stump in the courtyard houses a fairy

There’s a hollowed out brick with a spider scary

Shadowed by a hollow box, of princess apartment

Concrete Rumanov, will you rot in the forest or in a Cementery?

a house elf left a print in the cement, now the path has the hole of a coin sized hoof

Leave a leaf under your pillow, four more if you’re behind on payment,

Gnomes tend to be forgiving debtors

Spriggans shouldn’t be landlords

They burst the bubble in ‘08

Blamed it on that NFT monkey

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Princess Apartment by family_staralternate_emailbrutus

posted 7 months ago, edited 7 months ago

If a poem was cement this one would be it

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