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Exitus
Never writing to make the words pretty,
but the thoughts pure
Each breath a moment of time's demise
-tomorrow gone
(Dreamsleep: April, 2020)
but the thoughts pure
Each breath a moment of time's demise
-tomorrow gone
(Dreamsleep: April, 2020)
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Exitus
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