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an ex and her funeral

 And so she falls

    down

        down

        down

no one knows a thing or a soul

her spirit glisten like angels of above

and her lovers,

    all those cheating family

they cry for her, scream like tiny trapped lions,

they wail, their moans reaching the depth of her hell


yet little does she know


they’re seething fuck you

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