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Oct 2021
This sip
of the firehose
will be the one

I can tell
by the feel
as it courses

I have on
one sock
my left

the language
has changed
again

hasn't it
this means
that

again
and I'm swimming
I think

upstream
by the lessening
scent of you
Written by
Dennis Willis  Oh
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