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Jan 16
Is your numbness
your choice
Or
was it imposed

These sour lips
feeling faintly
for another would

in exhaustion

part

slackening into jaw
sacking into chair
leant over
scowling wet

I've under something
scurrilous-ish
and ******* it up
real flaky
Written by
Dennis Willis  Oh
(Oh)   
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   G Alan Johnson
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