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Jul 2020
Your mothers are starved
so the scraps from your fathers
are mana from heaven
you've lived all your lives on scraps
handed down to you from above
so who blames you
when the scraps that constitute you
does scrappy things
and writes and utters *******
fresh from your bin minds
full of refuse
some might say
you are expert in refuses
congratulations
Yenson
Written by
Yenson  M/London
(M/London)   
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