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Catastrophe

Apart from you I'am nothing but at the helm of catastrophe; wayward, in a clouded storm that's avowed to sojourn the opaque sea robed in the disregard that drowns in its tumultuous waters, where many have sank in its despairing courtesy, despite its many warnings. Alfredo Gonzales ©?

Copyright © | Year Posted 2021




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