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Nov 2020
"We blocked your roads as you covered our tombs,we stood up in right while you hid in your rooms, but our ghost still roams. Our ghost, as one, to be heard from beyond. The dead are alive in our bond, the blood is red on all sides and time has come to live on." Us
Seth Seaman
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Seth Seaman  38/M/Florida
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