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Jan 2020
When the hand that we love, makes us dust, we think how to not to do the unjust.
If reason they had, it was never shown. Not even a heart, not even a bone. We were treated like nothing, but here we still are. And we are still waiting for are cookie jar. Not poisoned brownies from mamma, just a hello I love you and I'm glad that you are.
Brandt Hott
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