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Jul 2021
sometimes
I feel alone
no matter what

that's a response
to someone who
found me face down
in the mud;
I once breathed through bamboo
for 8 days in a rice paddy
just waiting for the chance
to run.

I'm *** spilled on the deck.
it's something,
isn't it?
B E Cults
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B E Cults  30/M/hendersonville tn
(30/M/hendersonville tn)   
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