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Nov 2018
No one holds me in time
now

Turns out they never did

The speed of the stream is now terrifying
Banks sweep by of faces and galaxy's
of faces loom like gray chalk on darkness

Was a bubble we rode eyes inward
into

tomfoolery blind and hormone puppets
it was often delicious
Written by
Dennis Willis  Oh
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