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Flo
can't breathe and his kidneys have had it
he's a dead duck if the machinery ceases
I could do anything I wanted with the guy
as a girl I used to pull my dolls to pieces
he gets no visitors so what is the point?
zero enquiries or flowers, no one cares
scant thanks when I change his nappies
all I ever get is moans and blank stares
does he have a clue how much this c...
Friday 25th June 2021 11:10 am

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