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Aug 2021
Pulled out what forcefully came in
Holding in
You scream
Of pain. The screen
Of reality cleared
Engraved
On the bullet shell
A name of one whom was treated well
To a quick, quick death.
Now, you fallen
Drunken
By the pool
Of your blood
Sin had got you ******
somnambulant you swam.
Coffee with Cream
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Coffee with Cream  16/F/South Africa
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