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may the juice of your fruit bring me to death cementing my grave onto my lips, the filling it gives unearthing a taste only savored weeks apart one God if they may take my soul could have saved me had it’s heart been on patrol with the hands lift my spirit from the grave that has kept my bearings secret, as intent to **** a royal for their fortuntes as i am peasant, desperate for its gold with its juice, i pray this sip lay my head from its whiff there is no more life to give all this pain makes what is left sick
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Jul 8, 2018
Jul 8, 2018 at 6:54 PM UTC
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may the juice of your fruit bring me to death cementing my grave onto my lips, the filling it gives unearthing a taste only savored weeks apart one God if they may take my soul could have saved me had it’s heart been on patrol with the hands lift my spirit from the grave that has kept my bearings secret, as intent to **** a royal for their fortuntes as i am peasant, desperate for its gold with its juice, i pray this sip lay my head from its whiff there is no more life to give all this pain makes what is left sick
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Jul 8, 2018
Jul 8, 2018 at 6:54 PM UTC
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