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Dec 2016
I pray you are not alone, ah this verse has a life of its own.

My zone away from clones

how grown I am

for speaking this tone and talking to the sand.

The beach at night

The sand feels cool right underneath vision

I ask for precision

when I shoot my arrows of wisdom

we listen but never remember.

comprehension attention spans the grain of sand how do you read the beach?

It's vast do not get stuck in your beliefs.
Ahchosi Grandiose
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Ahchosi Grandiose  77/F/New York
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