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Aug 2020
Ok fine, I'll become the saint.
The apostle. The clergy. But not one like you.
For I cannot lose myself. Who I am
Who I was
Who I was supposed to be- to your book.
The scholar forgets to live.
But the one who lives is a drunken fool.
How to be the master of two worlds? Can it be done?
Think on this, I must.
                                         -DBE
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DBE  22/M/NY
(22/M/NY)   
80
     Autumn, Aer and MS Anjaan
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