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Feb 2023
a quivering combust
from this disgrace:
in fuss speak low run fast
recover all you must
a key is now misplaced
them us them us
retaliate but never trust
the more you hate
the more to ask for
help
the more the less
alas
My lines are there to scarcely read between them but all I can is hope you do the math.
Written by
Elsie Greek  30/F/Ukraine
(30/F/Ukraine)   
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