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Aug 2021
lost in the wind,
seeds of something.

I've got this hypothesis
on why a threshold
sometimes feels like
baptism.

marigolds,
baby's breath,
blue roses.

it's real until it isnt.
B E Cults
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B E Cults  30/M/hendersonville tn
(30/M/hendersonville tn)   
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     REY and Imran Islam
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