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Apr 2019
brink of a doubling over
down falls forming a sensory slump
soft spoke and mirror smoke
   jailed as rome's one true heroes
we were softly sure oft and were true disposed,
'man alive told me and now I am telling you'
grant this - that we are born and die
forever feeling a drifting time
what a ride
grant this - that we are most recent
and are and are again
the newest information we feel
grant this - that we are loved
and that we are the newest
unto we are ourselves
Edited a bit to be less floaty. Wrote this while nearly drifting off into a soft sleep in a class that doesn't matter
Tim Garemore
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Tim Garemore  19/M/nah
(19/M/nah)   
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