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Jun 2019
Been deeply fearful of being forgotten
Since she got closure and moved on

Then it mixed in with the cosmic
Terror of eternally being gone

Though often I live hopeless
I love the moon and twilight sun

If God exists, She is Unknowable
But Oh God! , how I miss my three young sons!
Qualyxian Quest
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Qualyxian Quest  56/M/Elsewhere
(56/M/Elsewhere)   
70
   Empire
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