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Feb 2019
we don't even realize
how quick like
a sharp breath,
a lunge in the ocean,
a ***** of a needle,
a shot of lightening,
is how fast our
lives boil with our
deeds

suppose you've done
all that you've wanted,
but are you ready to
go to sleep?
misha
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misha  18/F/where parallel ends meet
(18/F/where parallel ends meet)   
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