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Mar 2018
Your teeth are the colour of off milk.
Your odour is of rancid butter.
I see you and I feel sorry for everyone that you spitter on.
I'm sorry for your loss.
Written by
BJFWords  Dundee, Scotland
(Dundee, Scotland)   
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