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May 2020
Do I know your middle or even your last?
Do I know your first or only more craft?
All-in the cash to cover the spread
drowning, our feet in the riverbed
What is it that you feel I am and I can contain?
I am slowly dieing, fleeting, and insane
The pathways above me are crowded untrue
The mirror below me reminds me of you
Itsmeagain
Candented
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