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Dec 2020
in that flow state
where everything is a brushstroke

end to end
grow fade air is buried
I'm as ancient as I am unknown

period.

weary kids make the best
clearly dead adults;
my fabled gilded career tree.
if I built it they would've came, right?
cradled wilted;
the mirror me waving at me
when I'm not looking.

should have been a comma.
perspective. frame to frame.
B E Cults
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B E Cults  30/M/hendersonville tn
(30/M/hendersonville tn)   
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       KG, ---, --- and Eshwara Prasad
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