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Writing/Meth

From TheAstorPastor

<poem> White as crystal, It burns upon the victim’s face, Sold without mercy, No care for human life.

Green as grass, The measure of existence, Traded for pennies, No care for human life.

Brown as soil, Orange as flame, Thus a body returns to dust, With no care for its own life. </poem>

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