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Once for all thirst of a coarse woody debris to seed,
Is to freeze with Go Green.
brandon nagley Aug 2015
Whilst in mine death
I want mine queen
To smother mine lip's
With her's;
And taketh
Mine last breathe.


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©あある じぇえん

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