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Out Of All That
Storms, hell, conspiracy.
Life, death, is all one sees.
What if?
What if?
What if they do?
What if they lie?
But what if there's truth?
As she...
Drinks her coffee so sweet and fine,
pulls out the weeds and comforts thyme.
Sleepy eyed in warm sunshine, just let them be their own demise.
Life, death, is all one sees.
What if?
What if?
What if they do?
What if they lie?
But what if there's truth?
As she...
Drinks her coffee so sweet and fine,
pulls out the weeds and comforts thyme.
Sleepy eyed in warm sunshine, just let them be their own demise.
Published 10th Jun 2024
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