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Jan 2017
Ill Words
Ill words drip like molasses,
And then hang in the air.
Swirling slowly,
Never wholly,
Said with any care.
Hadrian Veska
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Hadrian Veska
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     ---, LB Parker, Temporal Fugue, -, Demonatachick and 6 others
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