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Medicine.
I shall honey
Your memory
To void.
Pencilin.
Lament of whilst walking
Through those are
Thou seasons natured
By christines wounds
The sounds of horn beep
Faster than usual
For old couples
Chilf running for ghosts
Gushes pain in the morning
Herald running for drainage
Of red and white
Vrest grew by the scrubs
Beautiful fall asleep
In my heart
I pain her by penciled.
Your memory
To void.
Pencilin.
Lament of whilst walking
Through those are
Thou seasons natured
By christines wounds
The sounds of horn beep
Faster than usual
For old couples
Chilf running for ghosts
Gushes pain in the morning
Herald running for drainage
Of red and white
Vrest grew by the scrubs
Beautiful fall asleep
In my heart
I pain her by penciled.
Published 7th Nov 2023
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