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Jul 2021
falling apart,
its hardly even art;
I'm growing a fig tree
in an army green ***
on the back porch.

desideratum,
***** at my back,
friends overdosed on whole
pillars of salt long ago.

falling,
falling,
falling.
half the path is overgrown.

I venerate it anyway
and keep on strolling.
B E Cults
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B E Cults  30/M/hendersonville tn
(30/M/hendersonville tn)   
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     Bogdan Dragos and Brett
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