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Sep 2019
*****
you *******
you females
you confusions
you want
you scream in my head
and smile
as if


gloat
smile in your power
while i
channel surf
distract pretend contend
anything for that smile
that scent
that spent self

like a shot gun shell
like a hot bun shell

I am scrambling in time
you *******

while you twist down
on now's taste

you are the clamps
of time keep me here

singing and not knowing
why and your eye

you don't even understand
your power

nor do i
salty piece *******

onto the surface
of a sun
Written by
Dennis Willis  Oh
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