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Apr 2021
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There is no home
With which I'm blessed or bothered
No tether; air
I'll fall back simple and cold

There's symbiology
Creeping along the curtain
The covers
Hiding my papercut soul
Westbow
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Westbow
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       B, --- and Ayesha
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