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Jun 2021
Temporary

As everything is
  Hell always has been

A **** ton of
Would haves
could haves  
      
          Sell outs
Has been



Hell, I say
Who gives a **** what we are anymore
I'll stay raisin my bottles until my liver gives out
Nomadic poet
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Nomadic poet  24/F/Mississippi
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