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Jan 2020
i say i quit feeling that way
astrayed, ported, exploited
by bequeathing my soul to you
I wish I didn't venture in the episodes I fabricated with you
cease the ingeminating
terminate the reincarnating
on a connection that has no foundation
by now i shouldve been about to tell
its the season for new love, so don't panic
im a lost soul and he's a hopeless romantic
though i know time dont exist
we'll function through this third dimension
though ignorance is bliss
anomaly
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anomaly  25/F/Universe
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