The Last Lady
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Last published Mon, Oct 14, 2019
A series of poems unfolding what I view death as..... What fascinates me about her..... and what she triggers within me.... and how I see her affecting us....... all my poems are apart of me.....π...........
God give me strength..... Kidd_X_
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