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Feb 2019
They say each breath is a gift
Even while inhaling the fumes
Of a world in agony.
That every life is sacred
As millions of children die
Without the sustenance they require.
And that all will come in time
As they tap their feet and angrily watch their clocks waiting for the deadline.
Wordfreak
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Wordfreak  23/M/Denver, CO
(23/M/Denver, CO)   
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     Ash Angel, Aqua Rose and Perry
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