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  • Writer's pictureNick Villers


While you rot.


Disfigure and misunderstand.

It’s a fallacy you create.

We live to know.

Liars and pedigree don’t see the day.

Our liars. Aren’t our lives.

We don’t believe what they breathe.

Time has past. Hatred has not.

Your sensitive eyes wake up from the light.

Sorry for the inconvenience.

Let the hate be trash. Let it rot.

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