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Oct 2021
We're all God's here
Proper nouns apparently
A fine line drawn between two definitions
I lack the definition definitely

The face of truth
A plasticine thing
Prodding at it makes me laugh desperately
Right next to
Not inside
A Plasticine suicide

Just a kid I've heard
Some things just end
Ah you'll never learn
Trying to make these things bend

I could be whatever I want to be
The human destiny
Or a fly on the wall of a brand new reality
Written by
Logan Turner
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