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Nov 2022
Die
π‘°β€˜π’Ž π’ˆπ’π’Šπ’π’ˆ 𝒕𝒐 π’…π’Šπ’†.
This isn’t a game,
or just something,
to say.
𝐼 π‘Žπ‘š,
π‘”π‘œπ‘–π‘›π‘” π‘‘π‘œ,
𝐝𝐒𝐞.
It’s not a joke,
this isn’t,
a play,
this is,
reality.
πΌβ€˜π‘š 𝑑𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔,
right in front,
of your,
eyes.
This isn’t a,
π’π’Šπ’†.
I’m going to,
𝐝𝐒𝐞.
Written by
Datore Fargo  30/F/Kansas
(30/F/Kansas)   
  719
     Khoisan and ---
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