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The Poison

Writer: Clint Haugen
Clint Haugen
Dec 17, 2025
1 min read

What is the poison for the romantics, my love?


. . .


That’s right. So don't feed me any of it unless you mean it. 


Unless you really fucking mean it. 


Don’t feed me a single drop of hope. 


Just don’t. 


CH 12/17/25

 
 
 

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