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Dec 2020
smile and take it.

meanwhile,  
we are in lotus pose
on a crowded sidewalk
pouring gasoline over our heads.

every mirror is a door.
it's always been like that.
time-lapse.
bend light through the way
fresh bread smells right out of the oven.

i knew your name once
and i believe myself this time.
B E Cults
Written by
B E Cults  30/M/hendersonville tn
(30/M/hendersonville tn)   
65
   Jay M
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