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Jan 2021
Sorrow in it's many forms unfolds it's bandage and erupts all encompassing. Parachute like as it suffocates your landing. Reaching for light and breath, I will not drown in this fate. I hold no power in this kingdom, and to the sky I bid farewell. The last temptation, that thing.. I never could fake a smile.
Written by
Jesse Rando
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