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Feb 2020
That’s where I was.
My mind thought of awful ****,
And my blood gave up it’s viscous sins.

Soon I my mind thought no longer of ****,
Rather a mire of endless proportions,
And equal emotions.
Ayn
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Ayn  20/M/Wherever I May Roam
(20/M/Wherever I May Roam)   
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