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Jun 2021
In death there is no fear
neither is there in pain
compared to such a treachery
than putting one to open shame
many a thing they may endure
but poke at the pride engrained
you’ll bind and break their spirit
when speaking evil of their name
My Dear Poet
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My Dear Poet  M/Bottom of the Jar
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