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Nov 2020
Time comes in moments, seconds, hours, years.
Drenching, cloaking, soaking in time we let ourselves live.
But when someone inhales?
A life is gone or changed.

Knowing this, I can positively infer that I'm changed and gone and broken all in one.

I'm like a record being used to cut dough. Useless.
Smothered Divine
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Smothered Divine  18/F/Where minds go to dream
(18/F/Where minds go to dream)   
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