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#237

 

She is weary

And wonders how

People manage

With this burden

On their shoulders

Called life.

 

#277

 

Sometimes

He deduces

The look in her eyes

Is one of

Hatred.

 

#290

 

Nevermind him,

He coos in her ear

Everyone

Is filthy

And forgotten

Here.

 

 

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