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Wednesday, June 14, 2017
N'other
Word won't wait any longer.
Ink is The Blood,
The Body grows fonder.
Truth can't live undercover.
Manipulation awaits
For The Mind to falter.
"Where'd she go?" spoke The Lover,
Seeking some Mother. . .
But finding again only another other.
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