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My permit to kill

He is a piece of me, That was cut off my loin And manifested in a she womb. Ever grateful for bearing my name. Be firm for my misstep and my fame For i bore a true reflection in person. The bearer of my blood seal The only reason if am to blood spill. Poyetik enej

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