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Feb 2019
A small wind blew over my doldrum skin
As I laid there in erosion

Withering back to the dust I came from

Each day another break from my face
Another shed of human remains
Is giving into the future

The creeping take of time
Follows behind the sun in a cosmic circle

The rise of morning
The fall of night
My blood flows through the encounter of life

I stay here breathing more destiny
Inside my coffin of fate
I'm still unsure of where am I

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I'm still unsure of where am I
Inside my coffin of fate
I stay here breathing more destiny

My blood flows through the encounter of life
The fall of night
The rise of morning

Follows behind the sun in a cosmic circle
The creeping take of time

Is giving into the future
Another shed of human remains
Each day another break from my face

Withering back to the dust I came from

As I laid there in erosion
A small wind blew over my doldrum skin
JaxSpade
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