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the worst dream -- a storm rolls in, all bolt-cold, fierce, drowns our peat in what helps huckleberries and your leaves unfurl leaving me, root-bound bog butter for some scientist to find and you, so tall
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Jul 24, 2019
Jul 24, 2019 at 2:34 PM UTC
I'm afraid of the dream
the worst dream -- a storm rolls in, all bolt-cold, fierce, drowns our peat in what helps huckleberries and your leaves unfurl leaving me, root-bound bog butter for some scientist to find and you, so tall
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Gender Fluid/American
Jul 24, 2019
Jul 24, 2019 at 2:34 PM UTC
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