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Sep 2020
Your words, in the end,
Were no more full of substance
Than a rotted log

Did you mean it?
To lie, I mean.

Like a newly-grown sapling,
My words may have been naive
But at least they were true

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me gs
Written by
me gs  Wisco
(Wisco)   
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   Bogdan Dragos
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