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Jul 2021
rolling nickels.
where's the sickel at?
suspense pulled quicker
than dawn when your still drunk
and "if" is guilted out of laughter..

what is it all worth?

dirt.
birds.
that's a contrast for
the whole familia.

im building trust with the jungle
around me.

astound me.

buildings love back.
B E Cults
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B E Cults  30/M/hendersonville tn
(30/M/hendersonville tn)   
75
   Brett
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