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Jul 2021
got a juke
for a mushroom cloud;
just one though.

unsung loud enough
to be untold too.
caught sunstroke in the
shade,
joking.
I'm the venom going
drip
      drip
           drip
on my forehead.

the war died awhile ago,
but I still wouldn't
go and kick
the
hornet's nest.
B E Cults
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B E Cults  30/M/hendersonville tn
(30/M/hendersonville tn)   
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   Brae
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