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Jan 2023
Inside your head you hear crickets.
You wake up and see the stars,
And feel leather
                                   and fear.
That’s all for now
Later is the part we rip each other apart
Figuratively,
                            of course.
Tyler
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Tyler  25/M/Arizona
(25/M/Arizona)   
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