In shadows cast, a late bloomer stands,
With bitter words and twisted plans.
Once a dreamer, now a storm,
In echo chambers, hate takes form.
A heart grown numb, a lost refrain,
Chasing shadows, dancing in pain.
Oh, Laura Loomer, can you see?
The path to light still waits for thee.
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And here you thought you needed AI. :)
@MLClark shrug