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Aug 2020
So here we are, no more
willing than able;
with eyes set on some
unknown sovereignty.
Where does one
turn in to
infinity?

No solemn feat

So here we are, in the
space where lips sync.
Twisting in a mystery
post-extinction.
When does
infinity
turn in to
one?

Re-run
Yggy
Written by
Yggy  M/Tennessee
(M/Tennessee)   
35
   Jeremy Stacy
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