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Jan 2019
Press the tape
To record
The normalcy
Of

Our

Insanity.

Save the
Shapes, contours,
Sounds and sights
Of smells
To bring them there.

Remind them
Of what was
In man; what
Is in man; what will
Always be

In man.

There is no escaping us.

Not even in death

Can we not be.
Written by
Mitchell
  174
   Ryan Riviere
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