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Oct 2020
“There’s no use” she said
From upon my bed
As I tossed her her head
Nearly rotten, Nearly dead
Where she lay, upon my bed

I felt my face go red
On my hard earned bread
She was well beyond fed
Nearly rotten, Nearly dead
Get up, from off my bed
Written by
EMD
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   Zach Kinnett, nim and Nolan Willett
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