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The way his hand Met my arm as it landed – Nuisance that I felt As my skin became red. And all of a sudden, I didn’t knew him For he became vituperative.
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Jul 12, 2018
Jul 12, 2018 at 2:55 AM UTC
Vituperative you
The way his hand Met my arm as it landed – Nuisance that I felt As my skin became red. And all of a sudden, I didn’t knew him For he became vituperative.
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Jul 12, 2018
Jul 12, 2018 at 2:55 AM UTC
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