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Dec 2019
besieged by the sky,
my lungs have already burst.
never found the words.


i still drift nowhere,
first to find out I'm alone;
I would hate to hide.


the smell of honey
and lavender paints the walls
of mornings lost to...
B E Cults
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B E Cults  30/M/hendersonville tn
(30/M/hendersonville tn)   
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