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Mar 2017
Leaving God behind,
whatever brought upon this thought,
I thought,
should be worth waking
What if it pleases me to be wrong,
though?
What when long gone becomes too far
gone?
There mustn't be measure, if I can swing wildly
but the cost shines high under title lights
and at my best guess, it looks signed
deep red with bartered blood
Consecrated.
Believe in pain tomorrow, clearly see loss and gain
Zero Nine
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Zero Nine  27/Non-binary/Portland, OR
(27/Non-binary/Portland, OR)   
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