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The Vile Aisles

Flourish in greenery,
The person sat beside me,
Pray thou holy vow.

Nested in the banquet,
Held just after,
Another sickly vow.

And in the casted shadow,
Tepid down not aisle,
Your arms held low to grab me.

The selfish hadn't bother.

◄ Death

Disappointment ►

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