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Sep 2019
The violence of tines
clatters inhumanely
gnawed edges
present themselves
to be ended quick
I'm a rip
in nice fabric
a belch
in polite company
eating through
there is no
shared reality
outside thought
scrapes imagined
collapsing into
now
Written by
Dennis Willis  Oh
(Oh)   
98
   S Olson and G Alan Johnson
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