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Jun 2022
Send around the violent mend,
On the precipice of a bend,
A ****** that sees no end,
From a tired decrepit friend.

Eroded bones of gold,
As we dig into the fold,
"Use your words" I was told,
Words don't work on black mold.
Skyler M
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Skyler M  22/M/Idaho
(22/M/Idaho)   
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   Cheryl Ann Warner
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