Lanthanium

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A man needs a maid

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And dysfunctional body

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Under the jasmine i shall die

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There is no softness No warmth Only the bitter taste of days I no longer wish to swallow I feel awful A slow poison of sadness Curling through my veins Spreading like a forest Creeping Consuming And still The bottle Waits .

I have a bottle of digoxin It rests besides my heart Silent, patient A quite promise In the chaos of my mind (thinking of it,has a better effect than swallowing benzodiazepine pills).

And again

Again

انة العاشرتهم عمر عافوني

معاشرك يومين

مالومك عفتني

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