I have a bet ..
I asked them to write my eulogy in advance ..
I must refute some lies .. I have to break the glass ..
I'm not that golden heart ..or even was.
Not of silver.. not of lead ..Just a brase !
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Author:
Myth (
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- Category: Surrealist
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