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Aug 2020
The air is filled with wonderful clouds
None of us can hear the bounds
And leaps and jumps of those above
Living life after dust
Eats away at their skin
Live and die and die again
You’re born then fall into a grave
Then sleep in stone for your days
Until your bones are broken down
Your soul is let into the clouds
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Occultic Outlook  16/M
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