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Sep 9
Sticking in my craw.
Then I crawl…
Then I stand…
And get pushed down.
“Stepped on when I had no shoes”
Who is this foul beast inside me?
Do I dare to cast it out?
Or just sit here and wait patiently.
This thing, what is it about?

NOTE – Can’t shake this….
All due respect for R. Wilson and Daddy Cool on line number, whatever….090924
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Drab
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Drab  Agender/The final frontier
(Agender/The final frontier)   
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   Ben Noah Suresh
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