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Corpus
The more breaths I take it seems I know you less one day I'll be the descendant the ancestor you call to when the paths intercepted the last rejection the mask hiding everything but the past's confession "may I ask this question" "who are you" when you ask yourself who am I. The beginning of a class the text, an unwritten memoir. When the glass is halved and the only thing we have left is unseen. I'll speak through dreams. Hold your heals until you defeat me show you a lovers war can be the longest story never told but demeaning. I love choice, hope, and voice. You are mine.
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