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Nov 2019
i get lost in my gibberish.
picture an old witch singing
to vapor rolling out of a
black iron cauldron.

haphazardly smashing words
into one another.
CERN, but a person
lacking a purpose...i guess.

realities collapse.

what the f%&k am i talking about?
B E Cults
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B E Cults  30/M/hendersonville tn
(30/M/hendersonville tn)   
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