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Rave On...
An unhealthy obsession
The sombre procession
As loved ones carry your coffin
I think of it often
And never forgotten
Your lies and later confession
I long for the day I can finally say
Here’s a glow stick and whistle
To your grieving widow
And hold a rave on your grave
I’m gonna hold a rave on your grave
Thursday 16th August 2018 11:21 am
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