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May 2020
She's gold
with a heart of a ******,
laughing off-key
at you laughing on-key.

Future temples
will make her prettier
in their statues,
will stain the wrong glass
in all the wrong ways,

and it is just then
when the truth that she brought us
will begin to be forgotten.
Written by
Ryan Dement  34/I'm right here.
(34/I'm right here.)   
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