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She will die Her legacy will dilate She will diarise Her dire straits On diamond slates She will die a dilute of what was once a concentrate. Contemplate what her cons can connotate but exonerate all thoughts which harbour hate. No, she is not a saint. No, she is not a villain. Oh she has made me great and So she will make my children
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Jun 24, 2014
Jun 24, 2014 at 4:39 PM UTC
Ode Owed To The Tongue
She will die Her legacy will dilate She will diarise Her dire straits On diamond slates She will die a dilute of what was once a concentrate. Contemplate what her cons can connotate but exonerate all thoughts which harbour hate. No, she is not a saint. No, she is not a villain. Oh she has made me great and So she will make my children
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Jun 24, 2014
Jun 24, 2014 at 4:39 PM UTC
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