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Jul 2021
same same
sidewalks;
the blood stretching from
my open chest to
Port-au-Prince
and back again.

I fractal out under the
afternoon moon.
B E Cults
Written by
B E Cults  30/M/hendersonville tn
(30/M/hendersonville tn)   
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