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Jan 2021
a foul mouth  is conscious
it derives what is true  
it consumes your intellect
as a coward you fall.
in a treat for disaster
in your drown to its fury
you dance to its chaos
you relish with anger
for how loath can words
play?foul in the eyes
of its prey.?
Baby Dianah' Rose Richard
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Baby Dianah' Rose Richard  29/F/Brooklyn
(29/F/Brooklyn)   
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