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Feb 2020
Living is about embracing death
as though it were unique
As though death was made for living
and living for ‘em dead

So if you must disappear in some night’s distrust
remember we are made of Time, and Time is made by us
NP
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NP  20/M/NYC
(20/M/NYC)   
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