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May 2021
remember when we would
slowdance beneath indifferent
stars when you weren't backstroking
through my blood?

yea, me neither.
but that image sure hangs pretty
in a frame, right?

me,
so many questions.
as restless as unbroken bathroom mirrors.
I don't know where this is leading.

there are threads between all that,
I promise.
B E Cults
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B E Cults  30/M/hendersonville tn
(30/M/hendersonville tn)   
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     Hooria Iftikhar, Lynette and ---
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