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Aug 2019
I want to skin in and I don't know
to what may not even care
disappear amongst something
be one of

if it has a burr or a thorn
ta ache against always
Then we've the constant taste
repairing blood

We ensue loudly at ourselves
Ringing Bells of being
As if loud does not
attract the unfrightened

Knowing better
Knowing of
of
Again
Written by
Dennis Willis  Oh
(Oh)   
92
   skeeter jones
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