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Jan 2018
Who are you
But a being ofexistencsense
Blended to see
Nothing is real
Cut down to pieces
Between sheathes that blind
Us from believing
In that which is sensed
And that which you feel
Senses
soft sun
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soft sun  27/Genderqueer/Florida
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