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May 2019
Primary colors
Etched out of black
scratchboard

Longings out of sight -
Peripheral vision blind

Rhythm out of rhythm
Rhyme within rhyme

Hanging midair
By a pendulum mental thread

Threadbare patches
Cover the distressed
Whole cloth

Agonizing, but sitting in
My comfortable chair


Only seven words
But conveying

So much.
Does ANY of that make sense?
In a weird mood...
SøułSurvivør
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       Colm, Born, Cmi, Arcassin B, guy scutellaro and 8 others
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