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Jul 2021
pines hold rain longer than
other trees,
maybe;
I build pyramids alone in my dreams.

when you cut my heart out
you better hold it high
enough to block out the ******* sun.

my blood pools at the foot
of God himself;
the best "no" I can think of.
B E Cults
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B E Cults  30/M/hendersonville tn
(30/M/hendersonville tn)   
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   Brett
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