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Jul 2019
Doling out syllables
of need or want
barely a nod
to beauty

She smashes dinner
like it earned
a whuppin and is
gettin' it

She nods under her hat
this startling beauty
and things get mixed up
on my tongue

Hopefull-lessness
strikes as she smites
proactively my wants
into salty crumbs
Written by
Dennis Willis  Oh
(Oh)   
137
     lX0st, S Olson, Yann and skeeter jones
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