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Lost Eunoia

My grasp Weakens in time Gravel loosens...my grip Upon furtive blooms in my youth Lost son

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Date: 7/17/2025 2:47:00 PM
Yet what is our lostness Jimbo.? Is it purely of Ourselves.? Or are we realising..All temporal Things are not to be kept.' In perpituity and is that when we find ourselves.? Don't get me wrong 'our bodys need temporal things' its just we can't cling to it..All blessings.)
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