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Jan 2017
Your flowery words
Mean nothing
in this circus of mutual
Worship.
A weak trade of ego
That leaves this storm of words
Redundant.
Speak with pain
Speak with passion.
Do not let these ebbing forms
Break under your
Pathetic will.
Give it all or nothing.
mrmonst3r
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mrmonst3r
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   Demonatachick, --- and Corvus
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