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Nov 2016
The jaws of death, the uncontrollable moment of being alive
One second
The course you choose will forever determine your fate
The jaws of death repeatedly knock upon me every moment of a given day
Resistance is futile however the space and energy to flow within is boundless
I wear the croc tooth around my neck
Around my space and hope to give it to you someday
Written by
Yz Doo
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