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Dec 2020
These grist groun't
pepper grinder days
falling in bits
onto

Night's tapering off
and see-thru
clear tongue of space
dragging

crumbs and bits of me
away into the early morn
sometimes before dawn
breaking
Written by
Dennis Willis  Oh
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