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Jul 2021
I was always so sure of a pure Soul.
But we’re all tainted in some way.
Born sinners.
Our Shadows linger In the dark.
Close your eyes;
Getting Lost in this paradox.
As we Learn to live
Live In the freedom of all things.
All things Loved and created. πŸ–€
Jessica B
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Jessica B  34/F
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