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May 2021
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Sins of the father
We all become our mother.
Love and acceptance;
We seek in many lovers.
A thousand lifetimes,
Pain knows no number.
Rebirth is good,
But existing is boringly somber.
Written by
ZL  F/Earth
(F/Earth)   
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