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May 2013
Sometimes, the days grow fleeting
Maggots and worms constantly surround your being
and finally, a fitting throne!
But you are not worthy enough to call even it your home.
Chime goes the clock,
as your ground falls through
Not even maggots should look up to you.
thelost
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thelost
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