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Aug 2018
He dedicates his life:
movements,
rest,
presence,
heart,
to a temporary individual that seemed permanent.

She dedicates her life:
movements,
rest,
presence,
heart,
to someone else.

Her love is poisonous; he drinks it as if it's pure, but chokes on the concentration of lies and deceit.

(men are trash?)
(what are woman then?)
Caleb Janse van Rensburg
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Caleb Janse van Rensburg  23/M/South Africa
(23/M/South Africa)   
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