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Sep 2019
We cogs will spin until,
one by one,
our teeth break
and are reattached.

Then they'll rip us out,
melt us down,
and forge a new "us"
when there is enough
of us piled up
to bother with.

Rinse.
Repeat.
B E Cults
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B E Cults  30/M/hendersonville tn
(30/M/hendersonville tn)   
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   B D Caissie
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