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Aug 2022
ole ye born of sin set silence of my stead
now iv'e gone through lite phase
knowing no marginal terra beset ascending ye
hence i'm inside though ye truly within
dread not i seek only to behold
where we've tossed nor loss gawd drawn bind
his-soul
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cmp  52/M/wisconsin
(52/M/wisconsin)   
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