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Jun 2020
Through the narrow window
in my cell I see the
sunset shading everything,
from sky to soil,
the color of watered down
merlot soaking into fresh white linen
and I wonder how much
you've been laughing lately.
B E Cults
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B E Cults  30/M/hendersonville tn
(30/M/hendersonville tn)   
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