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Aug 2020
it's a long stretch of holding
my insides way inside as if
they might be seen
in a deep breath

i should let myself i-think
and certain thoughts
step in
why this mad dash now

and this is the cause
digits in vibrato playing keys
not pressed
down

kept from going anywhere again
dressing and ******* ways to be
feel capitalized
and carved

purposely underwritten
the character languishes
in the discards
i say i say
Written by
Dennis Willis  Oh
(Oh)   
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     lX0st and Sushant
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