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Aug 2020
I'm sitting in this kitchen
decidedly not at
the dining room table
serving as my desk
it's a mess
a reflect hitting

accuse me
an' this
sorry these
sidelinings soaring
all out
absorb this
inta ink an' drink

an' we're here
a now wanting out
where where
I'm confused
at this end as that
striking darkness
Written by
Dennis Willis  Oh
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