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Oct 17
A man trapped and playing his role
looks out from under your eyes or mine

This current, this current must I follow it
on your imaginary shore, you wrestle

Carried, decried, decidedly unwrapped
a burning sensation from unknown parts

Just long enough to ask what's wrong
has moved on to more fertile land t han
about you

and follows it
Written by
Dennis Willis  Oh
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