‘Mosphere from whence she once was lume — Origins now Unshown. Rut. Rations of dismembered strength — Nursled while In groan. Gut. Never left, her loveliness; it’s Gypped & gouged in Slumps. BUT. That soon-day, she’ll say “thank you”; And “goodbye” to pain’s Response. Shut.
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