Muriel Vieux
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All he had to do was lace his lies
With the dregs of grievances in your minds
He stirred in your hatred and resentments
Mixed in a couple of drops of your fears
Sprinkled with the contents of your discontent
The poison he feeds you every day
Is made with your very own ingredients
10:57 PM - Apr 12, 2024
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