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Mar 2021
in an old blue car
driving on the highway
in the snow
i gripped the steering wheel
my knuckles turned white
like the road
my heart didn't beat
it trembled
crying, mirroring
the weather
i think
god would've wept today
if he
were
here at all
julius
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julius  19/M/in a coffin
(19/M/in a coffin)   
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