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Apr 2021
They're not going to understand me
Possibly not till long after I am dead

But that's ok; I guard the point
I break the press. I look behind.

                      I pass ahead

                              Wed
                        ­     Dread
                               Said



                                 led.
Qualyxian Quest
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Qualyxian Quest  55/M/Elsewhere
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