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Sep 2020
the older I get the more gluten intolerant I become
the hives used to conjugate on my shoulders
now they have audaciously made their way down to my wrists and abdomen

"*** Hunahpu I truly am a child of the corn"
any more glutenΒ sprinkled with time and I reckon
it will be a recipe for disaster
Guadalupe S Partida
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Guadalupe S Partida  32/Los Angeles, CA
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