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Dec 2018
Is a giant
FU

to someone
just don't know

who in general
in specific

it's you
you you you

you

i am frozen
in lone

line after line
no time

is lost among these
trees

of separateness
these branches

time winds
up hanging

you and I
am something

aware of what
transpires 'tween breaths

no matter
no matter are we

thinking this line
that line

oh it's fine
grip it tight

is unsaid



Copyright@2018 Dennis Willis
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