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Dec 2018
This soul craved resurrection that blood splashed look as olive anointed.
My flesh decayed for decades but these bones couldn't turn into dust.
These lungs bond atoms and cells mitosise.
My skin peeled, shed and bloomed again to rebirth.
Happy NewYou.
Sacred Johnson
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Sacred Johnson  20/M/Planet Earth
(20/M/Planet Earth)   
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