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Jun 2021
It is gone like the river
everything including I change
sand through my hands
gone

no grasping of resisting anything
or we resist life
and when we resist we suffer
Guadalupe S P
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Guadalupe S P  32/Los Angeles, CA
(32/Los Angeles, CA)   
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