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Jan 2021
The blood was running no sprinting how the wound was
The knife and heart had agreement let’s blood pool up
Knife in the back rib and blade interlace
Blind chef to do it up dinner plate
Cut my bone skinner weight
Human to human-I thought I drew the line with a thinner weight
Now picture weigh
Written by
jacob charles
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