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May 2020
bass and feel
based
in grounding
air tight no room for sin
it goes up and down
loud and slow
hot and cold
blue streaks of fire
I wipe my face of sweat
and needles circumvent me- lasting til dawn,
faces
scrawled on ash silk, there's 14 candles and one still burning. tomorrow is yesterdays history
Jay earnest
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Jay earnest  30/M/Socal
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