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I am disturbed For this foul woman, Only hours before my end, Took to my precise imitation I speak through her even now, As I lie amongst my kin I am disturbed
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Feb 8, 2021
Feb 8, 2021 at 3:43 PM UTC
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I am disturbed For this foul woman, Only hours before my end, Took to my precise imitation I speak through her even now, As I lie amongst my kin I am disturbed
She was, to my fortune, not taken to therapy, but rather took to poetry.
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15/Neither/Nowhere
Feb 8, 2021
Feb 8, 2021 at 3:43 PM UTC
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