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Jul 2020
Pray that in your sorrow and pain
you are afforded the release to vent and spew terror
for the shame of the prodigals
and those blinded to opportunities to embrace vain indulgences
leaves unforgiving carcasses seeking victims
know and squirm that light always overcome darkness
but do asinine s ever find enlightenment
methinks not
Yenson
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Yenson  M/London
(M/London)   
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