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Aug 2021
She struck straight through me
With a sharp, silver, spear

She said she loved me
So I suppressed superstition

but now...

She stabbed me with a stimulant
That scared my soul

So much so that,
I feel sickening sadness

And show grey stained smiles.
Written by
David  M
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