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Aug 2020
I can't unravel that
I shan't un-travel that
your lips your eyes
closed closed closed
are these now knowin'
your ever anger isn't
overcome is set aside
awaiting my act

a souring day breaks
like water
bears malice
from time past
conserved for now's
temerity to be new
that's grasped down
fast

lest escapes happen
of now
without ideological
grip of dead eyes
for beauty
Written by
Dennis Willis  Oh
(Oh)   
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   lX0st and Vashisht O'Valerie
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