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Jul 2023
im the son of a gun, speak my name and i'll shoot
a bullet **** smoke, left the cover in soot
the ensuite ensured entropy disabled
disaster dictates what destruction enabled
they ramble and sweat, their decisions are rash
through brambles, and yet, all others were trash
Lxvi
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Lxvi  29/M/Victoria
(29/M/Victoria)   
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