spirits,
I turn around and you were dead
the value no more than the earth
which feeds up on the crummy soil
today you lay back and die,shot with
the truth of decay and dirt never to
be..
the value no more than the earth
which feeds up on the crummy soil
today you lay back and die,shot with
the truth of decay and dirt never to
be..
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