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Jan 3
Let's burn bridges,Β 
and wonder about the unborn child crawling beneath our sanityΒ 
that will never be born.Β 
Scratching our grit andΒ 
flipping our eyeballs for a while,
As we see a glimpse of the lives
we never live.
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