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May 2019
I live for pleasure
And it bores me.
Out of measure,
I live deplorably.
In all frankness,
I always tell lies.
Reality is a mess
I lately despise.
Why not let go?
Why not fritter away?
Because I may never grow
Lest I see the end of the day.
Marla Dantes
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Marla Dantes  Transfeminine/Miami
     Jules, Colm, victoria, Zia, Nadia and 3 others
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