1d
Dead things feed me
fruits of compassion
and unconditional love.
And I spit the fruits out,
not able to swallow.
For it was me who killed them.
fruits of compassion
and unconditional love.
And I spit the fruits out,
not able to swallow.
For it was me who killed them.
(40/M/United Kingdom)
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