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Feb 2021
I ride the bus
I think of us
I very nearly cry

The morning is the family
The evening is to die

The silence is forever
No answer to the why

All i can do
In the sliver slice
Is try try try try try.
Qualyxian Quest
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Qualyxian Quest  55/M/Elsewhere
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