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Aug 2021
This distance
how far is it
between us now

How far do
my entrails stretch
in your hands

As you examine
so coldly
my  failings

You are
of course
right

Its just
the price
is wrong

You charge
every thing
exhaustively

Your great skill
constantly
misapplied

to death
the reasons
we should be
Written by
Dennis Willis  Oh
(Oh)   
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     Rainswood, Bogdan Dragos and ---
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