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Jun 2020
Can’t seem to help but wonder, the experience in failure.
How tragedy can resonate, the root of our current form.
Answer the riddles of our time, a redirection of the new.
Open minds to the cross eyed, for their vision is skewed.
Shadows dance to steal the glow, always attached to you.
Rob Metz
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Rob Metz  28/M/West Virginia
(28/M/West Virginia)   
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