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Apr 2021
Next to her breathing
A stranger in this life
So little to hold on to,  I hear the bells ringing across sullen plains
Nothing to lose, abiding with time
I scratch your back because you scratch mine
Barely human, updated hardware, software clinical ,
I wrap my cold hands around you.
Warmth which dissipa t e s and love which slowly dies

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Jay earnest
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Jay earnest  29/M/Socal
(29/M/Socal)   
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     camps and Julia Celine
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