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Sep 2021
Add up any more
Sweep the floor
Without crying
Can't spell lie in never had it
Morning comes with crushed pepper
******* blood like the grey contents
"When the wall changes Colour so will we"
We don't though
We ambush
Like *******
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Justin  47/M
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