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Mar 2021
It never been known
for sounds not making waves
but waves that does not resonates
are but the strident bellicose echoes of shadows
looking for themselves on moonless nights
in staccato they rile in woo woo dins
splaying vacuous bile's in rhythms
carrying deaf tones of nonentities
dulled in insensate jabbering's
Yenson
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Yenson  M/London
(M/London)   
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