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Jan 2021
i miss home
it's to dry here
dirt caked
under my fingernails

but you're here

so i'll stand under the showerhead
a little longer
and pretend that it's rain
as long as you're here, i'll bear these tumbleweeds
basil
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basil  20/they/them/the moon
(20/they/them/the moon)   
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       Benzene, --- and basil
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