Reducing sweet
Blood stain.
The violin strings
I weep undertone.
Guitar
The plinth
Is not alive anymore.
Mom's
are tonight
soldier boots
Fight fight
I stood waiting.
Transgressed
between
You probably malaria.
by Mother
Call
If you hear whispered
Deceive
tonight
Where child.
The school
Often remote
Next to the gutter
Blood stained
In the evening's
Where people found out.
pretty damn authentic
Rotate the quietly spoken.
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