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Jan 2019
It is a temporal
apple worm sort of fate, that
is no more contingent than a granite lake.
It's tail from my 9-5 jest, its fangs
In my present pips.
Written by
Kristaps  18/Cisgender Male
(18/Cisgender Male)   
     Juneau and M-E
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