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Dec 2021
I'm falling apart
Please don't touch me
Stick to fingertips
A slight poison in my grip

I recognize these pieces
They remember my name
Though I have no recollection
I know them through shame

To pick up where we left off
Is the sound thing to do
Where in the Hell is Heaven
When God left me too
I shall raise one and make the other
Jesse Nakai Hernandez
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Jesse Nakai Hernandez  27/M/Texas
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