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Presence is a fickle thing, We can doubt and prod our existence, We can feel like currency, We can feel like our soul is but a thread, And the scissors are in hands of everyone but you. The hope can … Continue reading

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Place me, somewhere above the distinction, but below the line. Bury me with your good intentions. I’ll fall for it, I will fall hard. I’ll fall into the cold hard ground. Driven deep, stakes for the circus tent. Let me … Continue reading

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