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Jun 2018
Take a jab at the sinner
Weeping in the corner,
lips pursed in fear
and knuckles bruised

Cut the skin of the bleeder
with the
Sounds of broken ribs
And **** truths

(they were made just for him
In your workshop)
Written by
Helena Abondano  F
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