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Jan 2020
The quietness prevails.
I'm trapped in, but want out of this jail.
Emotions or illusions?
Assumption or conclusion?
I am trying to focus;
My sanity, it doesn't hold up.
Remember what they told us:
Shut up, silence is golden
The divine disease that we call love...
It's been a while. Happy new year, whatever that means.
Asominate
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Asominate  21/Guyana, South America
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