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Oct 2021
Death is a premature kiss that stains your lips under a cold hearted spell that casts amongst the brew of a witches bell.
We sing along to every song, and one that continues to play over and over again is the song of death.
Rosemary Porretta
Written by
Rosemary Porretta  22/F/Canada
(22/F/Canada)   
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   SUDHANSHU KUMAR
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