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Jul 2021
all of this is an abatoir,
all of it,
and all I want to see is
phospenes or the black
of the big sleep.

I'll match the scars
you feel alright about
showing me.

in my head, that is.

in my heart...
well, ive been known to leave
without leaving,
so I would advise trying
the "not knowing me" thing
and seeing how it shakes out.
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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