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Tender flesh, pale & thin; Cigarette burns pock cratered skin. Entrails that entail, poison foretaste. Hidden, not much to be read, that Of false smiles, on a plaster face. The cancer within, Almost at its brim, Building to the self-consumption Surely bound to take it's place.
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Jul 10, 2023
Jul 10, 2023 at 11:36 AM UTC
The New York Times
When worldly human justice falls short or doesn’t prevail Divine justice will eventually step in and recompense entail. _________________
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Mar 3, 2017
Mar 3, 2017 at 6:00 PM UTC
Simple Observation #260 - When worldly human justice .....