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Feb 2019
I Descry

in each of them –
Something
The first one –
Benevolence
He sang it until he lost his breath
The second one –
Neurosis
He buried himself with the wooden angst he tied below his waist
The third one –
Timorousness
He played a single note of trepidation on his tuning fork
sandra wyllie
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