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Mar 2019
I feel like God is a wheel of irony.
Is there a finality?
Final thoughts forged to finesse reality.
Simply a formality to flirt with my last breath.
What a morning to fall for Death.
Written by
Greg
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     Fawn, --- and Olivia Daniels
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