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May 2017
You ever have one of those days
where you wake despite insight
that the pain of
familiar faces
accumulates til the paved walks
and dirt ways
save no blank spots?
Shame, shame falls down
my bare body to a blocked drain
past dye stains, as
all I do of late
is smoke **** and wash, ignore
the front door knocks.
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Zero Nine
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Zero Nine  27/Non-binary/Portland, OR
(27/Non-binary/Portland, OR)   
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