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May 2019
The blue sky protrudes into my eyes,
But the day's beauty is not lost on me.

I'm happy to have gotten through handcuffs and jail cells,
Happy to paint red roses along cranial fractures

It's weird knowing you're crazy.
As the world pulls my guts,
I just want to slide into my best body
Or grasp it quickly with a passionate hand.
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Sometimes Starr  Another place
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