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Feb 2019
Find me in dystopia
Where the trees grow more beautiful
Underneath
And the shattered souls
Are the air we breathe
The ever changing
And the thoughts
We actually mean
A plague so fruitful
We can feast
I'll be in the garden
Ripping apart my limbs
For I am free.
Pat Lynett
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Pat Lynett  29/M/Ontario
(29/M/Ontario)   
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     James Daniel and Jade Lima
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