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May 2020
i spit out
the words
you put in my mouth
so you feel
okay

but the taste
of rot
and rust
still remains
on my
tongue
05.19.2020
basil
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basil  19/they/them/the moon
(19/they/them/the moon)   
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     Prerna Singh, ---, ---, --- and Khoisan
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