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Dec 2020
aiming directionless indiscretion
hitting what was layed before us
as if that be what we desired
all along.

who are we when there lay
nothing before us and
what may we spearhead in
land not blazen for us

will we ever know?
i don't think so.
Samara
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Samara  28/F/Texas
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