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Sep 2019
Every thought a line
breaking

I can smell you
on clean hands

Staying there
burns

What's in the now
rising please rise

moving around
bursting

this corded now
some how

in the grip
tomorrow

wailing at me
with my own lips

I make them
sputter with my finger
Written by
Dennis Willis  Oh
(Oh)   
48
   TheRaven
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