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Oct 2021
Don’t forget that a heart beats blood.
It was over before it started us.
Our words speak in time for our minds to forget.
Just what our hearts have yet to have bled.

The soul carries.
Humanities been forgot
Turns out it was worth something
Just not worth a whole lot.

One in all
Or all in not

My body resurrects
And kickbacks the cloth
Aside

Three zero five alive
Drugs and marry
Love decides
Hell will reign on those who dived

Dived and yet still
Potion the insanity of a living beings ills

Not yet one worthy to confide
Jace Albine
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Jace Albine  33/M/Mars
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