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Aug 2019
I'm good
When I can keep it together,
Pharmacy targets me, draws in
like a spider spinning silk around your collar bones
Two tones, grey and tar black
Neutron star of darkness for a soul
Machinegunning made me not want to **** even more
Settle what score, what we fighting for, should be given for, all these little trees I'm blowing, smoking, parallel alley paragliding, precision parts parked in plastic. The meaning of drastic.
Patrick Kennon
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Patrick Kennon  33/M/x
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