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Jun 10
Hereby he conduct the postmortem
Eulogized as nothing to show ’em
All of the saboteurs, moaning and grinning
Raising their voices — caused killing
Ivy outgrew, covered and itching
No one heard him ’til one evening
Gained nothing; lost everything — thereupon never ending
Devin Blakheorte
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Devin Blakheorte  17/M
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