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Feb 2017
My granny is dying,
Wow plasmatic  skies ignite,
Anger into revolt as my tears melt into hers
What a grand woman
Poor imdeed, heart of gold
Determined eyes of steel purpose unleashed as a brothel of bubbly love
Where and who are,you
Step off  the dirt my Granny will soon be in the small plot is only a memory for all who loved
Step off my grann's plot for I will punish thee with a fury not witnessed by you and that im sure
Step of mother ******* my tears are for me and my granny
Written by
Yz Doo
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