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Aug 2018
From the deepest barrel
of molded blue hurt,
a kernel rests.

Faith-based yearning
my only thread.
Pray...
tether me,
upend me.

Open Love like a dissection.
Tease out hormonal misdirection.
Transmit static potential.
Germinate the dormant
to something feathered.
Buoyant.
TPerdue
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TPerdue  58/M/North Carolina
(58/M/North Carolina)   
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   Alysia Marie
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