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Nov 2018
what about these broken bones
sings of love?

what about me sipping my coffee
slowly whispers anything?

you practice being starry eyed
in the mirror.
I sleep until noon.

there are oceans between us.
B E Cults
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B E Cults  30/M/hendersonville tn
(30/M/hendersonville tn)   
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