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Dec 2021
Grapes flew like amethysts across the sky;
Blood sprayed and drops fell like rubies in my eyes;
And diamonds of tears will flow, that cannot be denied.
But, it was only alloy, not gold, the setting was a lie.
Where, now, are your pearls of wisdom?
the tragic accident
S R Mats
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S R Mats  F/Houston, TX
(F/Houston, TX)   
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