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Aug 2019
I cant write
there aren't any words here
I can't inhale enuf
I'm about to twitch
Calm comes on cool air
Gathering cricket calls
embedded in the dough of tonight
pressed thru my window screen

threads of night air extend and withdraw
a lure to my skin a sink to my heat

Breathing into bags of verse
Is it this end of the continuum
or the other I want
Written by
Dennis Willis  Oh
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