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At the door, random severance: Like a telemarketer on steroids, This quasi-divine contrivance Not any substance or fleeing could quell: Here we dance, zomboid grievance, Mere mortals could not work around.
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Dec 28, 2014
Dec 28, 2014 at 8:40 PM UTC
untimely demise
At the door, random severance: Like a telemarketer on steroids, This quasi-divine contrivance Not any substance or fleeing could quell: Here we dance, zomboid grievance, Mere mortals could not work around.
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Dec 28, 2014
Dec 28, 2014 at 8:40 PM UTC
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