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Jul 2021
we laughed about life
the beginning
the end
and how a circle just doesn’t make sense .
we live
and we die
on a linear timeline .
there’s ups
there’s downs
but no circle brings us back around .
so we live
and we die
on a crooked little line .
trying to make sense of the scribbles .
Alexys Marie
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Alexys Marie  25/F/iowa
(25/F/iowa)   
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