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Apr 26
all our theologies broken
lonely, silent nights
prayers for the animals
my Mr. Spock kite

American decline
Trumpfucks in the hours
She got closure and moved on
But she gave me Hope for the Flowers

Probably never see her again
Episcopaliens
2 green lights
Thomas means the Twin

I can live with the sadness
Sleep, precious sleep
Free, free Palestine
Comfort those who weep

                    Silencio.
Qualyxian Quest
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Qualyxian Quest  54/M/Elsewhere
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