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Nov 2020
Are we making the right mistakes?
Are we driving the wrong direction?
Nothing is certain but everything’s treasure.
Donuts and dinner to graveyard simmer.

Autumn stars and rising moon,
Rising stars and autumn moon,
I’m just so sick of feeling so blue,
You’re just so blue of feeling so sick.
Skyler M
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Skyler M  22/M/Idaho
(22/M/Idaho)   
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