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Jul 2022
We got another sell.
Another day we set sail.
My purpose interconnected to a multitude of cosmic energies.
Searching in the midst for higher realms to dwell.
Breaking free from self composed hell.
The world is my playground and all is well.
If I was meant to fall. I would fail.
My black *** is living lively and peacefully.
An infinite soul ties to many lifelines.
Free from harm and not meant to be caged in jail.

Descovia
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