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Jul 2020
All my life I thought I'd never make it...
now I strive for mental patience..
*** time and grind make.
Friction
Sparks and  greatness...
If heart is made to take the weight
Of loss and break it
Reach
The after life
While present in this realm of sanitation...
Cleaning  up of my hazard mind...
In slashing prices as advertised
Causing
Panic buys...
*** new lows... is the actual advantage
Of a masked up van that rides
With
janitorial masterminds...
And its 7 man masking time....
Ask God is he precious dude....
Let us have it... arrest me in my tennis shoes....
Mental deception weapons
The menace who...
Created cognition dissension
Me I invented you....
I made the hospital my second residence....
The emergency
My second room
And worked when the cable
Auto loans and rent was due...
But eventually. Settled on
A check for my mental *****
I cant function. At one thing.
But
Excel at a level of melody in  truth....
Like eventual distortion
Is not an inevidible doom
As long as the premises. Is genesis
I wont sag a bit.. unless
Your telling me to
Surrounded by hell...
Alphabet heaven. I sent a letter to you
C I m breathing.
And I'm never with you..

Whatever I do...
So **** genesis..
Lets make exodus... a letter to you
Just a mess. In my head
Messaging you
Jordan Gablehouse
Written by
Jordan Gablehouse  27/Two-Spirit/Canada
(27/Two-Spirit/Canada)   
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     --- and Imran Islam
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