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Sep 2019
99s
Inhale every sparked cinder
Render all the fat, candles blooming
Dooming ourselves by being torn from womb
Consciousness born of lust
Life tends to rust
little holes we fall through
been lost all this time, who knew?
What do I do now, knowing
What do I do now, growing into love with you?
Feels like everything is pointless, pointed out
Move forward with doubt, the road is twisting ahead
Patrick Kennon
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Patrick Kennon  33/M/x
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