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Dec 2020
There's no one to hold me
this death of night
no arms 'gainst this cold
and i scream for my brother

it sounds like sobbing
it feels like scrabling  for air

resenting these words
another dissolving life
no one to hold it up
anymore

i am forlorn
thanks for wine
and nothing else
Written by
Dennis Willis  Oh
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