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Mar 2020
Abraxas in the bathroom mirror,
I am not here perpetually.

Krakens in the coffee creamer,
"here" is a relative term.

Massive is the pile of things
I'll never get around to touching,
my relative's calls are all forwarded
to voicemail.

Worry is a meal all it's own.
B E Cults
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B E Cults  30/M/hendersonville tn
(30/M/hendersonville tn)   
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