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Mar 2017
Grain by grain the sand
Fell through the sieve
You slipped through my hands
Your belief faltered

The pile stacked against you
No perceivable escape
This land becomes your tomb
Your body upon the alter

Ready to make the sacrifice
Nothing is gained if absent
Blood is mankind's truest vice,
But ink is the authors
LeV3e
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LeV3e  Missouri
(Missouri)   
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