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"savaing" poems
Where did you come from and why. Why would you come here. Poisonious secretions of enemy leakers savaing, leaving weeds behind. Behind true eyes. In a nation where angels die.
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Jan 7, 2014
Jan 7, 2014 at 7:26 PM UTC
a white angel for you