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Nov 2020
Lid
Someday, I imagine, I will be
discovered
beneath rubble or in
magma

Someday, I imagine, I will be
discovered
skin suddenly in light, eyes tortured
and hungry

and there is this conciliation
of noxiousness

occurrent with definition
can you feel accurate

I approximately am not
being truthful nearby

whilst you time out as open
to this lid on danger being in place

were this an actual explosion
our bits would be scattered
Written by
Dennis Willis  Oh
(Oh)   
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   Ken Pepiton
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