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Jan 2019
The obfuscate
I find chagrin,
and here we go
around again.
The obfuscate
I find chagrin,
and here to bring
me down again.

Undulating.
Undulating.

Through the echoes,
left for wayward,
lost and scattered
in hereafter.

Undulating.
Undulating.
Matt Sol
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Matt Sol
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