{jeremy allen}

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.001

i spend…

my life trying to

that i can BE

but what | thanks | do i get…

….an empty buzz from the other end of a telephone…a slap from the whip of the barbers unforgiving scissors as they chop off my locks of legacy…

without a whim… I …am dead…

i breathe… there is water

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