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May 2019
They put me out
I was their eye

They blinded
themselves

To not see
this

My death
less uncomfortable

than their
safety

Want loses
to fear

Song loses
to breath

Humming along
this monster

lumbers forward
on ink

and discharge
of volts

rubbed from
the lies you hold

against the page
of your right now
Written by
Dennis Willis  Oh
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