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How We Weep and Laugh at the Same Thing.

thristclench melted · mastiff-
mirth scaffold & laugh
we were here we heard the
hot thunder of naught

All the Spaces We were Meant to Hold.

"What do you get if you cross an anagram with a joke?

A kind of joyous, eager magic that wows at any hour."

--@anthonyetherin.bsky.social

Meme.