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May 2020
This one means nothing, say it again
It means nothing, like a book full of scribbles and spiders dancing along the wall.
We cry in our dreams when we've lost something dear to us in this reality, like a
good friend or  a  match when the darkness won't relent
Jay earnest
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Jay earnest  29/M/Socal
(29/M/Socal)   
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     ---, MS Anjaan and X
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