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Mar 2019
treasure leapt from an ocean
i've never tasted on the air.

surrendering.

dirges meant to be learned backwards
shuffle on into the dark unknown.

we ask worlds to spin on our tongues.

we are always unfulfilled.

we hate the word "we".

we use despair as a currency.

we are disgusting.

do you remember those dirges?

I do.
B E Cults
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B E Cults  30/M/hendersonville tn
(30/M/hendersonville tn)   
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   charles, B, Ylang Ylang and misha
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