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Mar 2017
Rotting corpse
Chained around the neck

Has fallen
Finally from
Nostril zone.

Bad deeds
Undone

All is left

And come
To right

The sweetest

Smell

Of freedom
Written by
Mike Adam  66/M/London England
(66/M/London England)   
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