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sun, dark, sun, dark, sun, dark, by Travis G Finborgthe water is thick
with the shit of my past
floating, more like rolling
through out this syruping
swim i am feasting on
the removal of souls from my
skin.
wait, i dont believe in souls
this is like a memoir
that will be forgotten in 20 years
a billion years this planet
rotates
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