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Jun 2019
Somehow she said fire was the only way I live
Some how she said with out air, I would never find a way to give.

Somehow. Somehow.
Something she said.

It really hurt a lot.

Something space left me with things
I lived, but rather naught.
T R S
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T R S  29/M
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   Cné and S Olson
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