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My mind wonders often it delves into the abyss of eternity questioning and wandering about its own mortality for it's trying to discern what’s waiting on the other end of the long tunnel so it can free itself from the genie of smokes and the euphoric pandora box chained within relentlessly fighting to expose the older man who is hiding under the mask and white lies, who is truly yearning to free the lost younger-boy who’s trapped beneath the pounds of flesh that’s beating nonstop yet non-responsive to his demands like an ear foreign to a deafening sound Jobiranyc  8-17-2022
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Aug 17, 2022
Aug 17, 2022 at 2:02 AM UTC
Pounds of Flesh
My mind wonders often it delves into the abyss of eternity questioning and wandering about its own mortality for it's trying to discern what’s waiting on the other end of the long tunnel so it can free itself from the genie of smokes and the euphoric pandora box chained within relentlessly fighting to expose the older man who is hiding under the mask and white lies, who is truly yearning to free the lost younger-boy who’s trapped beneath the pounds of flesh that’s beating nonstop yet non-responsive to his demands like an ear foreign to a deafening sound Jobiranyc  8-17-2022
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Aug 17, 2022
Aug 17, 2022 at 2:02 AM UTC
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