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May 28
this air is dry;  summerful
yellow turned dehydrated ,
kind            of           orange ,
slurring      into drier hands.    
       same ones that ran
                    over
my beautiful ribs. beautifully
giftwrapped,edges folded neat.

    i really am so very neat.
matt r
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matt r  25/M/UK
(25/M/UK)   
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   Zeno and guy scutellaro
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