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Jun 2021
I open this
opening
to you

every night
sneezing and
expostulating

verbs I often think
and sounds
for which

I can't find
any meaning
for you

I just have them
in my hand
right now

and don't know
what to do
with them
Written by
Dennis Willis  Oh
(Oh)   
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