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May 2021
Spirits are everywhere, some play to close To what most call reality. The vale between this reality and there's is getting thinner. it's about to tear, when it does, we will rise up and stand strong. showing what's behind their walls has been built on the lies that have heart us all. Time will no longer hide their secrets. handing them all over to us bring  there time to its end. giveing  us ours back never to be stolen again!😎😌😏
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Written by
Joe Quaale  49/M/Wash.
(49/M/Wash.)   
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