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Apr 2020
when
my eyes
without power
or lustre
mourn this rare earth;
mind bleeding thorns
hour after hour...
"Blue Moon
You Send Me"
scrambling to the place
where words mingle
then ****** me up
and
down
til these fingers lie
limp
besides my thoughts' ebbing
tide; listen
i need...
to write the tale;
blood racing; nostrils
wide width
language all ablaze!
djhouston
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