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Oct 2019
Blossomed,
showed me out of  a gutter.
Spent, showed, muttered.

And bled out of me.

So, spent
unfettered.
Mucked,
and ****** up little bits.

It mattered before I felt so bad,
before I left in my spaceship.
T R S
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T R S  29/M
(29/M)   
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   Lemongrab
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