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Nov 2020
my stomach is full of rotted apple cores
i have a cigarette for dinner and wash it down with four unread messages
tripping over expiration dates on my way to bed
i don't dream of you for the first time in a long time
i dream of ***** dishes
basil
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basil  20/they/them/the moon
(20/they/them/the moon)   
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     eden, Michael Perry, --- and Colm
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