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May 2021
Nothing hangs in the balance
though I want something
to hold my breath over
so as not to upset
everything

Don't want to do that

Might as well
squeeze the rain dry

Each of us alone
in our thoughts

Mine running to edges
and choices

that I make up
in hunger

that I imagine
eat at me
Written by
Dennis Willis  Oh
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