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Mar 2021
My hermit would never put me through all of  that,
My hermit would never mess with my screws the way you had.

You don’t give me peace of tranquil
Hermit would never behave the way you have

It would not have guilt-tripped me or scold me for all my  misfortunes


Hermit would never put me through a continual silence.
It would never let me play with the devil cards

You are the corrupt ally of the devil...
Written by
niann smith
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   j a connor
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