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Nov 2018
I shall never meet the souls whose paths were mere inches from mine.
Our lots cast aside from each other as the gods baited for us, the fish.
Take the bait and swim again; hooked deep In my bleeding mouth.
Braxton Reid
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Braxton Reid  24/M/Texas
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