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epoch and earth dont love you

Dominate space At the end of the, argument Outside the fight Runt the challenge Litter the ballads Confronting the battles Never landing Never sanding Off the grit Shoulders visit me One down And grumpy again Infinite muse Turning straight Becoming hate Facing suicide Or nothing comes back Not allowing a come back A word and its sworn To be The deceit, conceived I am without As wist I became wist

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