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At the door, random severance:
Like a telemarketer on steroids,
This quasi-divine contrivance
Not any substance or feeling could quell:
Here we dance, zomboid grievance,
Mere mortals could not work around.
Poetry by arquious![The PoetBay support member heart!](/img/pix/hart.gif)
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Written on 2023-11-10 at 12:25
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untimely demise
At the door, random severance:
Like a telemarketer on steroids,
This quasi-divine contrivance
Not any substance or feeling could quell:
Here we dance, zomboid grievance,
Mere mortals could not work around.
Poetry by arquious
![The PoetBay support member heart!](/img/pix/hart.gif)
Read 108 times
Written on 2023-11-10 at 12:25
Tags Galateus  Crypticbard  Arqios 
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