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Aug 2019
My condolences to all the people in the world
The corruption is the saddest thing to see
My condition’s straining to see straight
My time is half-baked
My amusement is for a fantasy that breaks
To the air and watch the surface
Die among us

Wilted, the irises amassing inside of a car
I am dying just to tell you that I love you
My pedantic answers are gruesome
I do some
Confusion
The watery sticks in the air and they fill with despair
Like a cradle candy driven
Save your money
Written by
Trout  Chicago
(Chicago)   
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