Rast Poems - Poems about Rast

...Her husband wanted everything blah. He loved tans, grays, and whites in the raw. She was sad for a few weeks when he passed. But then someone said “It is your chance, Mrs. Rast.” She started ou......

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...Sins will eat you up and spit you out, they seduce you and kill you till theres nothing left. You think you know crazy? You haven't seen anything yet. Death has it's sights set on me, taunting me ......

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