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Jan 2020
Your insecurities
will rot you inside out.
And when your corpse
comes begging for forgiveness,
I shall be nailing
the last nail to the coffin.
Serendipity
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Serendipity  18/Unknown
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     Anmol Mago, Mari, --- and Persephone
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