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Sep 2019
raking through emptiness
for another line
knowing i should be sleeping
sublime

a movie ends
with such a dirge
over the credits
i change my mind

this is a waste of time
this space resisting
action for
distraction

its all day
i say
over and over
admit it man

i'm on the lamb
from
the collector
from

so i talk nice
to my dogs
they don't listen
unless i say "treat"
Written by
Dennis Willis  Oh
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