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Mar 2022
It's a downpour,
The infinite jar,
It's that time of the hour!

Grab a mask,
Join the dance,
Paint the scene forever last,

Exhale, unwind,
Relieve the mind,
Of all the fantasies past,

Faith be told,
The pathway's divine,
For the death of mine.
Chips
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Chips
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