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Jan 2019
ADP
Until I stretch,

4

For nothing
And
No one

I am nothing
But I swear
The

Putrid whisper tanked

Shaking existence

Laughs at
All that was ever
All that was
And all

That would ever be.
Written by
Mitchell
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