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Aug 2021
you wanted me dead,
buried
rotting in the ground
you wanted me to sacrifice
my survival
in the spirit of goodbye
I admit to entertaining the thought
tempting as it was
but i know that my death would result in you winning
taking home the grand prize of corruption
that just would not do at all
so i chose to live on
taking home the grand prize of corruption
beckie d and the poetry
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beckie d and the poetry  31/F/Australia
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