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May 2021
Friend of mine lost his mind
Line by lineΒ Β he left it behind
And he left me in kind

Burnt brain, burnt foil
Emotion came to boil
Turned black as oil

Laughter died long after the eyes
The lies he plied were just a guise
Never wise in a bed of maggots and flies
Bard
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Bard  25/M/Anchorage, Alaska
(25/M/Anchorage, Alaska)   
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