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Jan 2019
Dribble I, rusted spheres of number and
ethnicity. My small Hanoi tower, emergent in
sweaty purlicues, yearn for mushroom dish.
I pocket them and once more rinse to the
other side of my frame to await the inquisitors
in a St. Petersburg ’s sleep.
Written by
Kristaps  18/Cisgender Male
(18/Cisgender Male)   
     Juneau and M-E
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