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Jul 2019
I am naked of you,
once again, unclothed by love.
Unfurnished,
I know everything of nothing.
In sympathy of tears,
this air gives up its fluid,
hydrogen separates from oxygen.

Locked in these cycles
we hold our own truth.

Pulsating in rhythms
we pass through aeons.
Jack
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Jack
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         ---, Dan Hess, pharaohnica, ---, Jamadhi Verse and 3 others
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