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Oct 2019
Earthly blood.

Pushing.
Left inside the crimson.
Ton of
Thorn.
Like the village where we came from.
Green.
Itching.
Dust on the self.
Dust on the shelf where Frida Kahlo stood.
Dust standing dance.
Dust for your health.
And flowers for the some to die.
Just like how I should.




Garrett Johnson.
Sylvia oh Sylvia.
Garrett Johnson
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Garrett Johnson  22/M/In the woods
(22/M/In the woods)   
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