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Jul 2021
morose;
more roses though.

war grows like posies
out of pockets.
I've slowly shown self to sun,
still numb to the progress.

gunsmoke, never.
I love "broken" more than
I ever cared to admit.

well, I guess I just did.

was this despondent enough?
B E Cults
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B E Cults  30/M/hendersonville tn
(30/M/hendersonville tn)   
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