Ellen Ore Fagin
so fresh,
failed for a favour
no treats
tricks, the streets, the heat
what caused the cries that cut your throat?
made tale of poplar tree emote
without a note
worth weight
of the crime
Anslinger: slime!
shadow on her, lady day
i laugh, her spit slides down his face
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Author:
music, waves (Pseudonym) (
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