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Aug 2018
They say the wisest men speak the fewest words,
and I know this is true because of the way I blabber on.
About trivial things.
Like a corpse lily, I bloom.
Spewing vile scents into the crisp clear surroundings.
And with that stench comes the carrion fly ready to eat up my stupidity.
To find someone so disgusting is rare.
Elizabeth Zenk
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Elizabeth Zenk  18/F/Getting There
(18/F/Getting There)   
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   Pyrrha
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