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Dec 2019
Still around somehow.

You're down when they walk by.
Skulking like crimson.
On your rug.
Treacherous.
So vulnerable.
What a position.
Crying for death.
Seeing what could be seen.
The scene so meloncholy.
But we laughed.
Spitting Pneumonia in noire.
Leaving all things heavy.
N blowin in the wind.


Garrett Johnson.
Guess I'm doing fine.
Garrett Johnson
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Garrett Johnson  23/M/In the woods
(23/M/In the woods)   
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