A giftTo you I might be a / Infinitesimal speck or an / Oversight / Something to be / Stepped on. / But before you do / Consider… / Though I mig…
No poem to writeReally is quite the blight / Can’t seem to reach new heights
DeatH WARMED OVER…save me
SOUR comes to Sleep…rest ye weary….
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