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Oct 2021
only at wit's end
is seen another peak/
lucent sky crashers
black slate cuts: bleeding rage
some caverns, moist stifling/
bones grind
shadows taunt
soul granted/
the whitest peaks,
she, a mirage of hope
Tyler
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Tyler  24/M/PA
(24/M/PA)   
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   Jess and Healer
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