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Jul 2021
grinding my teeth
while the world is ablaze;
I'm asleep, I promise.

like my father grinds his.

he is not really my father.
not really asleep, either.

where does that leave us?
B E Cults
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B E Cults  30/M/hendersonville tn
(30/M/hendersonville tn)   
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