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Dec 2024
To meet my end by the hour of nine,
yet I’ll live until the clock strikes eight.
I will leave by seven, ensuring I am not late.

So unleash your pent-up hate on inadequate objects –
for in doing so, you shall become the object of hate.
Odd Odyssey Poet
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Odd Odyssey Poet  26/M/Zimbabwe
(26/M/Zimbabwe)   
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     Nemusa and M-E
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