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Jul 2020
glasses sit atop my nose
but they aren't my prescription

they make the world dance
in places it usually mumbles
and it just makes me crave a smoke
07.05.2020
basil
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basil  19/they/them/the moon
(19/they/them/the moon)   
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   Eve K
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