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May 2018
between dreams and deficiencies

for a moment candied whispers
mask the taste of stale drags

I know these moments can't stretch
long enough to make the feeling real

but for now I drink the ichor of your lie and
I am lovely
Joe Hill
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Joe Hill  30/M/St. Paul, MN
(30/M/St. Paul, MN)   
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