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Sep 2019
Silent film.

The hounds have come for me.
Jeweled in swamp night air.
Silent immaculate adventures.
The suaver will have his choosing.
Silver in the night.
Cold ***** soft.
Mad chariots seeking for a muse.
I have no place here.
For the great Eleesha will have her day.
Cold with warm ciders and teas.
Pleasantly.
Empty.




Garrett Johnson.
carcass awaits the showing. The midnight special. Real grind house.
Garrett Johnson
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Garrett Johnson  23/M/In the woods
(23/M/In the woods)   
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