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Jun 2013
let me forget you.

take me to the drowned forest
where water gurgles from
descicated root-lungs,
preserving limpness in form.
where I can feel at home
dangling, the shadowed bats
swerve in overcast light.

here, I am caught
pretending that the ground
rushes towards me,
and peace is in my lungs.
Glen Brunson
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   T and Paris Adamson
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