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Jul 2019
To reach, aghast, unto sorrow
Mumchance, and squandered kindred spirits, nigh
To tumble, torrid, into thee, Abyss
Flittering alone whilst tired mine doth reminiscence
Nay, falling, ever, til I'm thought to fly
Where every whim becomes a dream

Every dream shall turn awry
Dan Hess
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Dan Hess  27/M/MO
(27/M/MO)   
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