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Apr 2020
The sky is red
It is time to go to bed
Close your eyes, dream ahead
Hear me sing
Hear my voice

Oh one with purpose
The gods will guide you
To where?
Who knows
The ground will lead you there
The winds will pull you down and drag you into the sea
I once was there

There you will be met with a boy
And he will repeat these words to you
One with purpose
One I believe
OJ
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OJ  16/Bigender/Chicago
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