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I play my melody for those who died with giant oaks inside their soul and memories
that never leave.
Memories that lay or stand like novels at the library for history to know.
For us to read in ushered tones.
Revered like Cleopatra.

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Your lies have sickened me so
Much,
That here I stand with
My head hovering above the toilet bowl.
You poisoned me.
It bubbled out,
I,
Never to be comforted again.
Your vanity, alas, has no such kind escape.

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Your idealistic theft of my idea
Will only make my matters of true freedomcentric worth more powerful than you could ever comprehend.
You idiotic piece of shit.