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Nov 2020
the timber of my wolf voice
scares me

i cannot back it up yet
i keep howling

i hear just words from lips
thought to be wise

my own voice included
in the nothing

what came before now
is imaginary

i know i am just here
i howl
Mark Wanless
Written by
Mark Wanless  mpls, mn
(mpls, mn)   
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   Carrie Crusoe
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