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Sep 2019
great plains in the sky
made of lakes yet fallen

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white static floating from smokey stars above
of which we can see, but cannot touch

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burnt mountains without melting expressions
chilled whispers laying seconds to their coffins with it's infinite lullaby

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bold, sunken opticals played by illusion
connected to an ***** of wires and circuits
connected to

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   Dennis Willis
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