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Mar 2020
She lay there with a warm western breeze blowing
No one knew what she was showing
If there were a god she'd see it there
But all there was were leaves in her hair
Then the shot thoughts start to set in
Couldnt quite feel her deadly sin
She walked up haphazardly
Sweet thickness hung supernaturally
It was then she knew
that this mountainous view
Overlooked her life.
Written by
Jay Pan
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