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Aug 2019
These little scraps
connected back to
some **** god

argue with their
progenitor about why
this is stuck

this movement inside
your mind
needs to ease on

these bricks of notion
building these
black fears

discard this and that
on their way
to being aloft

evaporate

and singing with time
to talk and laugh
while being
Written by
Dennis Willis  Oh
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