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Jan 2020
Hands for anathema
and whatever else happens to fall
from the sky in your mouths.

Mountains, valleys, fountains,
stanzas slung in alleyways
outside the houses of our youth.

As loud as the views.

As bright as an empty noose.

We were here before, remember?
B E Cults
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B E Cults  30/M/hendersonville tn
(30/M/hendersonville tn)   
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