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Nov 2022
In and out of it all night.
It's over before it begins.
Supposedly, there's someone up there right now
keeping track of all our sins.

Let's give them something to stack the pages with.

So when it's read back to us at the end,
we can convince ourselves
it was a hell of a life we'd lived.
But then, sometimes, in spite of it all, we breathe again.
Another chance to re-write the conclusion.

Medical miracle.
Modern science.
Beautiful blood transfusion.

How tempting to suddenly change everything, as if born again.
But then, how easy it is to go right back to doing the same old ****.
Familiar patterns.

Life is just a dance with our own confusion.
JDK
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JDK  35/M/Japan
(35/M/Japan)   
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