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May 15
I send not love, nor hate
But acceptance
Because I cannot help but live with you
And escape your resting presence
With what?
The occasional rest
And sleeping in
As is the provision of heaven itself in self
I sleep, and thus
Break from our mortal relationship
Seanathon
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