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Aug 2019
Sly smiles,
Hiding miles,
Stabbing backs,
Hiding behind their stack;
Of lies.

These foxes hunt for prey too weak to fight back, taking swipes at those whose hearts are still soft and malleable

Fighting *****,
Lying mercilessly,
Unceasingly,
They are foxes...

The lot of them
Written by
Charlie Harman  23/M/Iowa USA
(23/M/Iowa USA)   
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