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Jul 2021
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.
B E Cults
Written by
B E Cults  30/M/hendersonville tn
(30/M/hendersonville tn)   
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   Brett
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