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Aug 2020
The *******
Imprinted
Felt something wicked

Couldn't wave the talons
They scratched my rib

Another dig
Fall back flick or fick

Called to the sun
Lifted my tears

Found out mastery
Is found with class

Broken wings you smashed her fast

Stable sediment
What was meant to be
Romance of all lifetimes

Set for scenes
Casted rollercoaster stripers ball but ALL but ME

They all got your tongue and you shot me in the face with your silver gun
WISEPENNY
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WISEPENNY  41/F/Canada
(41/F/Canada)   
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   Imran Islam
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