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Sep 2019
Stasis to stasis,
stations of the cross
lost in a basement
beneath some planar baseline.

I hate time.

I'd rather daisy chain rhymes
like claymores arranged
in gateways;
bouquets of daffodils
and baby's breath
on a grave.

Slain means dead,
they say.

They say a lot of things.
B E Cults
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B E Cults  30/M/hendersonville tn
(30/M/hendersonville tn)   
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     Jay M, ---, Fawn, --- and ---
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