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Oct 2023
i once believed my soul was black,
painted by insecurity, mistrust, and lust.
until moonlight crept in, branches swaying
in beautiful music,
like and unlike any earthen sound.
James Rives
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James Rives  29/M/VA
(29/M/VA)   
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