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Feb 2021
Every time someone I love dies I become more certain that they are the same thing: this birth and this death thing=illusions
and that time can also be added to this category because it folds
and it feels like past, present and future dissolve
they drop into a singularity
perhaps all occurring at the same time
Guadalupe S Partida
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Guadalupe S Partida  31/Clovis, CA
(31/Clovis, CA)   
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