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May 2019
Astro-log
Try not to clear(s) the forest in search of means to break through,
pulling with outlasting fate.


Behind you sky, the miles I ponder
About the lie of how we've come to as a race.
Written by
Kieran  25/M/Toronto
(25/M/Toronto)   
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   Khoisan
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