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Mar 2020
If I'm not holding your hand
then you refuse to walk with me.

I wish that character flaw of yours
would find a porch to die beneath.

I wouldn't mind smelling the rot
for weeks before finding it.
B E Cults
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B E Cults  30/M/hendersonville tn
(30/M/hendersonville tn)   
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       Fawn, Jeremiah Anderson, ---, KG, --- and 5 others
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