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numb, eventually we all become numb of life's subtractions its vortex fails to unsteady us, its impact abates to that of fractions its aroma no longer carries hints of spice nor offensive odor to thine eyes its once brilliant hue is now an ebon color its touch no longer unbearable no longer a raging fire as years pass by life's subtractions just never appear so dire it feels cold and then it feels warm but it always feels warm with the addition of a new day's morn numb as life's years pass us by but passionately alive when we are born
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Oct 3, 2021
Oct 3, 2021 at 8:58 AM UTC
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numb, eventually we all become numb of life's subtractions its vortex fails to unsteady us, its impact abates to that of fractions its aroma no longer carries hints of spice nor offensive odor to thine eyes its once brilliant hue is now an ebon color its touch no longer unbearable no longer a raging fire as years pass by life's subtractions just never appear so dire it feels cold and then it feels warm but it always feels warm with the addition of a new day's morn numb as life's years pass us by but passionately alive when we are born
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Oct 3, 2021 at 8:58 AM UTC
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