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May 2020
On a wall
Dripping down blue ribbons like a noose, your hand outstretched and cadavers leaking on a table
Squeeze the pus from the wound and consume ***** dogs
Names etched in sand with no purpose

I drank some water just now and I watched a movie
My plants are cold and now it's dead.
See something between these lines because I genuinely don't know anymore
Nothing really matters does it
?
Jay earnest
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Jay earnest  30/M/Socal
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