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Feb 2020
-- you didn’t see anything yet.

Yeah, he touched my blood with his Threats.
He brought his flood to my rights without regrets.
His tongue is covered by mud and his
malice is full of sweat.
And you have to know that,
He is a lonely bud that you can't love or forget.
Written by
Blackedpoison  27/F
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