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B E Cults
Poems
Jul 2021
scents
screaming at myself
in the mirror
while the angles of
neighbouring houses
speak to me
in whispered voices.
that's plural because
I don't know.
it's night against night
out here.
tigers prowling.
most fold while folding;
cafe bustelo in the mornings.
it's all good.
Written by
B E Cults
30/M/hendersonville tn
(30/M/hendersonville tn)
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