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Aug 2021
the outside world is eldritch,
inside the crib is meanwhile...
meanwhile, inside the crib
I'm hellbent on using the
downtime to drift
through the ceiling.

pulling teeth out of the maw
of an almost perfect night,
I'm getting lost in
talking about my allergies.

ceiling still solid.
B E Cults
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B E Cults  30/M/hendersonville tn
(30/M/hendersonville tn)   
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