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On my money Deep in my thoughts Of death Of death Of passing through Before, I laugh I can even spend The bill that Marla knew In drawer, in stacks Among what’s left My future spelt In hue of blood Is scrawled, is just, For what For what For Marla passing too
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Sep 19, 2018
Sep 19, 2018 at 8:46 AM UTC
Marla
On my money Deep in my thoughts Of death Of death Of passing through Before, I laugh I can even spend The bill that Marla knew In drawer, in stacks Among what’s left My future spelt In hue of blood Is scrawled, is just, For what For what For Marla passing too
Finished September 19, 2018
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Sep 19, 2018
Sep 19, 2018 at 8:46 AM UTC
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