south side
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MatureComplete Thu, Jul 24, 202519m
I sleep with guns blazing.
I wake with poetry, daydreaming.
Hotlines rigged my landlines slashed cut,
I woke every afternoon hesitating.
Hoping for a cure. Hoping for so much more.
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