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Aug 2019
Nyx
The night sky is so far beyond
being described by some
primitive technology such as language.

I fall in love with her over and over.

My lips remember her feet
in every sip of anything.

Over and over.
B E Cults
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B E Cults  30/M/hendersonville tn
(30/M/hendersonville tn)   
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