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Jan 2019
We grow, we learn, we work, we die.

We love yet we always get our hearts broken.

We speak a dead language consisting of sounds and lacking Emotion.

Some are scared of death and some embrace it.

But we are already dead.
Conversing with empty souls.
Buried Words
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Buried Words  18/F/Ireland
(18/F/Ireland)   
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       Perry, Khoisan, Daysong and Juneau
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