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Apr 2020
reggae music
and vegetables
crying alone
misspelling my own name
losing time; losing space
weeds growing in cement cracks
dried paint, beginning to peel
scorching sun
uneven breathing

and not being able
to fathom my words
into anything
with a purpose
*** this has been in my drafts since april....

how is it still accurate as ****..?

uhmm. anyway, hope you're well <3
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basil  111/they/them/0%
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