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May 2019
A strange pilot this
world is, fighting glassy,
distant nomads for space.
In time, vends names.

Foam alone in fear.
“Did you see that?”,
I fear not dear.
No one was watching.

Or they didn’t care.

- Gods
Paste your taste here. If it scratches your soul, I apologize. And quote all I know. All things shining.
Written by
Jacob Page  36/M
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