Mother May I

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Life

Life is a whisker   First born we embed ourselves into the reality of the world We grow strong thick and white Only to eventually fade away into the abyss.

Grammarly

I hate Grammarly The bitch haunts me Slashing, cutting Leaving my work completely Bloody Cant she see Its not proper its poetry!

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