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Feb 2021
Of course I keep stuffing the ***** rags
of ****** illusion down my throat!
Much better than drowning in the dark pools
of syrupy disdain you've wrung
from your tacky garments of fear.
Written by
Miracle Beyond Me  49/M/Ohio
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