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Apr 2019
Everything you now!
It all manners a lot,
and is shooting at you infomatter,
brokenly corrected appropriately,
into cruel decency,
and intensity, lower
that for all full emptiness
of everlacking luck,
your fall enters inward into
the deep-sea that you ignore.
Poor unhedonistic narcissist you,
you wash your hands on...
what exactly?
Written by
DinoLoncar
  639
   Perry and Mack
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