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Jul 2019
Dinner built in blood shot eyes
is honestly mostly meat
to even lay a blanket
on out ****** picnic feels real bleak.

let's not get up
stand up
lets not get too much air.

I didn't wear some socks today
I can feel silica in the air.

Roughy rubbed nightmares
scrubbed on the edges of my feet

I've rebuked all license of the
folks that think I'm neat.
T R S
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T R S  29/M
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   Bogdan Dragos
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