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Feb 2019
Adrift
in this horrible place

Whispers in
the dark

From there
I think
no, now it's from over hear

eyes
Did u c those eyes

crawling
right there

Buh buh
Biscuits and gravy

I wish
I wuz

What wuz
that

the infinite
number of things
to fear
multiply

as you stare

as do
the infinite
number of things
to love

Copyright@2019 Dennis Willis
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