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Aug 2020
Grappling wind shear like a knife, making subtractions in my skin
I can hardly wait to hit the ground, up, down, out, and in

Headfirst to the earth, soaring downward from high above
A crater makes my resting place in the earth
Black and blue and bold in love
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Carl Miller
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Carl Miller  19/M/GA
(19/M/GA)   
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