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Jun 2023
Lucky me now,
Dark days behind.
Luck luck luck luck
Rip visceral death.

Saved by gods as they do,
Worship if you want.
They do not care.
Atheist you science.

Sunlight moon rain,
Cold shadow chill.
Shrug hug talk,
Growth, trees, treeed
Bit drunk
But just happy to have words
Written by
Cloud tendrils
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     --- and Adrasteia
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