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Somewhere there is one who remembers.
we die containing a richness of lovers and tribes
Blockchain
You are like red strings tied on my fingers tonight
There is likely no one left who remembers
there is only one soul
litany of the crystal flowing mind
you were a dream I painted and wished to own
The difference between poetry and prose
Wearing the reminders of past dates like cheap jewelry
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