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Sep 2020
It pursues me to here
this force
hiking me off the ground
i dangle then just let myself hang down
in release
i shall sleep through being eaten
is the plan and i lock on

Then i awaken in my bed
late in the afternoon
softly confused
at what i dodged
doing
with razor blades
on Thursday
after noon
Written by
Dennis Willis  Oh
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