La vieA Poem by winter;lyra
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lodged rent free through my jugular trodden into liquor rot rightfully en rose when I die I shall sprout one bloody ballad wherein maggots and mites let in flight be one most live waltz C'est toi Morphine, et al © 2024 winter;lyra |
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Added on December 21, 2024 Last Updated on December 21, 2024 Author
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