reach in
deep in
the core of my heart
be flabbagusted by the absence of nonsense
...
Dont blame me this just honsty at its paramouncy brutality.
sticks and stone will break like bones
silver and gold wont get any old
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Death...
you who carries darkness beneath your wings with feathers that outshines the glense of star lights which blinds our naked eyes.
There you are! unseen lying between the cumulombuis making the sun your companion as you send your wrath upon us, claiming a life as if it was bequeathied unto you.
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