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The day they buried you I left
For you were burnt so she’d disguise her theft Undaunted, my here is my scar Seething against your stuck to me like tar Veracity in every word you spoke I crippled well, ate my rice with a fork How would they lumpen you, bedimmed Effulgent eyes, never redeemed I love as vitriol cremates His flesh and tissues I’d incinerate Leave my a mote, oh please I beg I’m craving, I’d cut you my leg Wail your death not wail my end Release my demons I don’t intend
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