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Feb 2020
I’d rather have a blanket of ignorance
I’d rather have a stomach of “it’s okay”
I’d rather have selective shutters
I’d rather not have all this at the expense of
Our very immediate supposed “nature” or inclination, dictating our true form, claws us away from our absolute essence
Written by
jacob charles
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     ---, Minnie Chuer and Sparrow
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