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Jan 2021
somehow, slowly sipping soju
through crazy-straws isn't seen
as art.

same goes for cyanide, somehow.

tough crowd.

gold falls from my ceiling
like fake snow on the set
of a ****** sitcom.
B E Cults
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B E Cults  30/M/hendersonville tn
(30/M/hendersonville tn)   
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