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Nov 2018
be still as stereo,
so you can peep the wilting filigree
of the blooming expanse
we rarely ever care to choke on.

breathe is a question
whispered by oceans and i use
it coax this **** out of
lotus seeds.

why?
B E Cults
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B E Cults  30/M/hendersonville tn
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