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May 2021
At night,
I have a terrible urge
to be sentimental.
It's as if my insecurities
are a Datura bud,
lying dormant in the day,
but flowering under the moon.
what a ******* joke that i would think to publish this
Leocardo Reis
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Leocardo Reis  M/Canada
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