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Sep 2020
i am just now coming to terms with
the fact that i may be scary

time bomb, pocket bomb.
if there can be a universe in a fingernail

mine is long, protruding, sharp.
piercing through the styrofoam of a stressball.

please do not keep me in that dark thing.

i could make you orange slices or
a little figurine, of a moose.
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b  20/M/canada
(20/M/canada)   
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     avalon, Glass and Bogdan Dragos
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