when i.
dR0p dEad.
i'l probly.
understand, the 1st word i said.
when tHiS
appetites fEd.
u'l wish, u'd never said 1 wurd instead.
when mY.
Last wurds said.
yeah then weeds, are torn. from a flower bed.
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