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May 2014
"As she watched the growing grass,
for the time would only pass,
for the disease she fed,
until she was found dead."

sometimes i worry about myself gosh
what is wrong with me
i always write morbid things
gosh
Michael TheRabbitGod
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Michael TheRabbitGod  On a plain.
(On a plain.)   
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