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Patrick PReis31d ago
Somehow death follows me I see in her eyes my destiny Ever more present, I rest with thee From above I see the beauty of it all The wings of my mind can't lift my body But the peace acquired my body can feel indeed My poem, today is Friday 13th, 2026.
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