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Dec 2019
As I stand barefoot on this cliff
I know that I am sick
I am already diminished
by my attachments
because I told myself
there are things you need to carry around with you to survive

They think they left nothing of value
but I buried a pearl
Indigo Dream
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Indigo Dream  30/F/Keller, TX
(30/F/Keller, TX)   
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