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| Lashed to a tree branch The abandoned lovey waits. Days pass, and seasons. |
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| Cruelly shorn of clothes. Are those her pants in the weeds? Ah! How the world is weeping! |
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| Cry havoc, gummies! When the grenade exploded A part of me died. |
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| Lone chicken nugget. Once crisp, now not fit for man. You rest on rough stone. |
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| The jalapeño! Wedged with such ferocity. May buttocks meet you. |
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| The humanity! Who would unleash such terror Into a calm dawn? |
