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Aug 2016
All dialect seeps through the skin
fills lungs with lungfulls
eyes drink language until drunk
keep on drinking till sober
a poet sits on the bough of an Oak
its the only wood strong enough
to take the weight of silence.
Written by
nivek
252
   GaryFairy and SPT
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