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Poison…

Poison…

I’ll read you all a poem I stole from a movie which is fitting.

“I chiseled the white moon into a statue,

From her eyes was what I thought was dripping nectar,

Turned out to be poison,

I’ve decided that even gazing upon her shadow is sin,

So I’ve left”

 

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