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Jan 2019
I feed my habits
And ignore my needs
As distasteful as it seems
My plan succeeds
I plant the seeds
That grow the weeds
Won't feed myself
I starve, deceased.
Asominate
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Asominate  21/Guyana, South America
(21/Guyana, South America)   
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