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Sep 2019
in a sweaty sanctuary
tech is pounding
arterial strobe through
the molly tracked
trails of our ***
i'm praying a priest and
a tangerine might
cure our hell of
billiards and bongs
in the white **** of light
we call night
written after the ball at the student union building
Written by
yosemite  18/M/texas
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