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A SEASON’S KILL This is not subtle fiction, It’s true story headline din. Weighted words on heavy heart beats. Evil devoid the joy of sin. Unwatched clocks spilling time, This carotid squeal and rhyme, Keeping wayward rhythm alive In the chest, the cock, the thrive. Are you serious right now To go long with stretched […]

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