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Lxnnnie Rutledzh

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defied by hell

beside myself

i tried to tell

this lie so well.

if only my skill

postponed by will

was holy not ill

with lonely eyes still.

but this cursed sigh

cuts worse inside

so immersed i writhe

in this hearse i ride.

(2014)

#Ill #Lie #Self

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