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Feb 19
If you don't like me
falling down on words
collapsing gasps
into tedium
with hints of jasper
Try ascribing again
to your weak beliefs
and measure thereby
your soul and then mine
see if your hands burn
for a knife, for a weapon
Written by
Dennis Willis  Oh
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