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This poem crank fr on the dead homies yo no kizzy #slime

This jawn was crank fr

All afternoon the game goes on but the sun doesn't move. It just keeps beating down, turning the grass yellow. That's how it must seem to my mother. And then, suddenly, something is over.......Moments of life sometimes seem like a stimulating game; In this vast terrain, innumerable mind players are playing in the field; Even if the day is not over, the life path of life also comes to an end by playing after playing ///

The ending opens new vistas of feelings and ideas dear Louise Gluck.

An intriguing and captivating poem!

This poem held me tight until the faky twist at the end.