The thousand day monsoon

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Hard and fast they come crashing

Like hollow tip shells to cranial matter

With neither entry nor exit wounds,

They dance in my soul

With the jolly jingle of a full coin purse.

Show me your wares, friend

What will this pain amount to

What can misery buy

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Purple Quillotine
Purple Quillotine

Written by Purple Quillotine

all the things i cant share with the mandem

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