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May 2020
The lightswitch turns off, and so do the shadows that illuminate treachery in my soul.

good   night,
and sweet dreams to the
   ants that cover my bedside cookies. the milk is half
drunk
Jay earnest
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Jay earnest  30/M/Socal
(30/M/Socal)   
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