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Mar 2020
this morning you came to me
in a dream,
with your hair dripping wet
and wrapped in a cream
colored bath towel,
looking like the ******* image
of the cosmos collapsing.

right as i felt like God himself
i started crying like a child
alone and lost in some monstrous night.

i never knew i missed you this much.
B E Cults
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B E Cults  30/M/hendersonville tn
(30/M/hendersonville tn)   
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