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May 2016
True North plummets into my Southpaw
and I swing and miss the gum locked teeth of my Grendel
I waste a day, heaving toward my monster
to gain a moment.
The numb rest...
plucking strategies from a tablet
of fisticuffs and Dragons
of my own resort...
soaring over Hells
as I succumb to the likes
Of You.

Born where the Echoes Stop...
I start a new song
where deaf birds
recite my longing
always.

and as blind
I have the
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Third Eye Candy
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Third Eye Candy  M/USA
(M/USA)   
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     The Dedpoet, Cotton, NV and Third Eye Candy
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