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Her body rots at this time Her wheel chair is empty, left behind Rain outside rids the proof of the crime that's been committed and witnessed by the moon A life has been lost yet it does not matter At bottom humans give birth quicker than ****** Gently down the stream is where blood was spilled Her final resting place Oh mother you must be thrilled
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Dec 9, 2020
Dec 9, 2020 at 8:30 PM UTC
Mother Mother
Her body rots at this time Her wheel chair is empty, left behind Rain outside rids the proof of the crime that's been committed and witnessed by the moon A life has been lost yet it does not matter At bottom humans give birth quicker than ****** Gently down the stream is where blood was spilled Her final resting place Oh mother you must be thrilled
sorry its a bit vague, I'm new to this.
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Dec 9, 2020
Dec 9, 2020 at 8:30 PM UTC
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