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Aug 4
Flaming Quills
Boys don't cry.
I'm a rusty crook, darling—
smith: I hammer words.
until the rhyme bleeds—
and crickets dreaming
through the witch hours—
I type
#men
#hello #poetry
Samuel
Written by
Samuel  22/M/Kenya
(22/M/Kenya)   
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