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Jun 2021
I think,
I feel,
sick.
Absolutely,
most definitely,
overly,
nauseous.
I’m going to,
*****,
right in,
my bare,
hands.
The words,
they spill,
all wrong,
staining,
the carpet,
and my own,
white shirt.
It’s obvious,
I’m such,
a mess.
Written by
Datore Fargo  30/F/Kansas
(30/F/Kansas)   
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     Khoisan and Bogdan Dragos
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