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May 2021
sitting on old prescriptions
and sleeping in plastic capsules
that float on this vast ocean
i have collected with familiar
waves of tears that once
drowned me, now buffered by

empty bottles

30.05.21
i'm racking up quite the collection
i'm going to be sick for a long time aren't i?
efni
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efni  F
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     efni, Safana and Bogdan Dragos
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