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Apr 2020
the minutes of these
repetitive evenings
start to seem like cells stitched together,
i mean the billion or so cells
that are in my skin

I guess that's OK
s'long as they're getting
what they need
Written by
tonylongo  67/Genderqueer/Brooklyn, NY
(67/Genderqueer/Brooklyn, NY)   
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     Francie Lynch and ---
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