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Feb 2018
lure me in with the promise of your destruction and I will venture into the depths of the unknown

words are meant for a message across, don't make a riddle out of it

With a taste, tell me the tall tales of your inequities

Let them be divided in the quarters of your very heart and soul
Lyda M Sourne
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Lyda M Sourne  22/F
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