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Mar 2020
No youth or age hides from an eternal rule:
                                the touch of vulnerability     by which all creatures of Sea & Land
      bayonet->all|sides| of the same chordTingles confusion                                      the brainsBROken-spoken politeness  revealed by natural light a
      sewn-skin upon a parched vacant Post-sign by-wild(er) words (ok)_.
So We cry. A miracle so difficult! And then blew my eyes saying,
'Death is a miracle feeling no pain'
toward my pain's feelings long history//the banality of insanity
rolled a beach ball by the hand of God-Bless i wish to know
those secrets He keeps away keeps unto the majestic miracles,    -Father;
     we children cry when we see
                                 the End of Loved Ones                                     we
                                 believing YOU: funeral                                    or    

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EP Robles
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EP Robles
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