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Jul 2022
As high as one can climb
just before the first trickle
of a nose bleed
stealing what oxygen
is left for others
within the circulating
frost of thin air

How deep the freeze
of
narcissism
can evacuate one's
soul
SCHEDAR
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SCHEDAR  F
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