Fm110comphodent
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life
People in the meadows of the pond,
The SKNAP I left the dawn,
Temperature rising onward the line,
In the dark she refused my kind,
Decay on her body manifests,
The cracks of her seal I collect,
In the depths of earth,
The mind waves,
A mother impulse of venom,
Back to the cave,
Alone in these depths,
The dark storm retreats,
Some solvency in the meadows,
Some solvency in the grief.
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