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Words, Alas, become neglected, Fallow and unproductive; The mind gets tired, And so does the emotions, They torment, They weaken, They are sweet yet corrupted, Words as unclean as syphilis, As painful as cancer, As cruel as death that awaits everyone.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019




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