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SHOW This Phone How To Speak,,,,,,,,,
of death, ( true d e a
t h, nights splay
littered of parts
unknowing'
dissiolute, devalued ,,,,,,,,,,,this
kind of irresistable defamation of a parents'
role
[ of the of parents to sing the song of home's'
holines,
over'swseet'n'd Wine for those in need,
For those who must journey to any like-minded
tragedy.]
The girl is gone,
The death is done,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,and time creates more delusion
than can be disposed of on any
given day,
( In any
votive reflection, )
that may have come our way,
in this closing days' being the most broken of our
lost treasures.
2021 dkzkpoomistry and lessthantoxic 2021
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