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Sep 2020
Open a window and I climb in
ramble ing  a round sensi bility
comfy couches and lounges for languid
living in ness of our green scre ene set
a fracturing system of extension cracks further
into knowing more or less of more or less
nearby d is t ant choices synchronize now don't they
simple rests and

land ** shore is evident and we are lost
being ******
certainty of  what you are thinking
pulls it together doesn't it
sound like you opining like an engine
spitting
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Dennis Willis  Oh
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