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Apr 2019
sell souls to
the nicotine dogs
that gnaw on your
fingertips,

and beg for bone
as crunchy costs
of habit.
Written by
Jonathan Helling  30/Cisgender/Ohio
(30/Cisgender/Ohio)   
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