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Mar 2021
You come with doubt
with a knack for disparaging

You come with ego
with a conviction of having seen it all

You come to the foot of the solar system
with your cosmic disregard for virtue

You leave as you should
with a singed tongue
with eyes dripping ashes
Kush
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Kush  20/M/United States
(20/M/United States)   
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