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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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