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RIP 09/2023, Mr Jurisprudence
Was it of me when you wrote of your raging gypsy, all her rage exploding like colored chalk bombs against pavement?
My bitterness and wounded soul cannot be any longer now that I've learned of your passing from this mortal time.
I quietly cry, feeling a sort of panic in finally letting go of our short story.
Passionately I fell into you, let myself become enveloped and enraptured, throwing all my cards in. I have no other regrets than not more time to be your love, dancing in your eyes, burning and burning with joy.
Forgive me, be well
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