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Jun 2016
Deaths' best friend
Is but Himself
The Reaper has no love
For anyone else

You wish for something
That wants you not
But will accept the life
You forgot

In His hands
You would sleep
If willingly you allowed Him
To reap

Do not fall,
Stay awhile
With me walk that
Extra mile
Love you <3
Viseract
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Viseract  23/Trans Female/Adelaide
(23/Trans Female/Adelaide)   
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