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Apr 15
The things bought
The things ingested

Physically, mentally, spiritually
Not knowing their ingredients
Not knowing their ill intent
Not knowing their schemes
To make and clutch onto a dollar

They would steal life itself
Before they tell the truth

They would destroy it all
Before they let an ounce go

The things wasted
Adaire Pointer
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