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Jan 2022
We like the flavor
of a clear signal
a known knock
at our door
in the night
these nevers
howevers
levers
we look away
pulling hard
Can you tell me
what is happening
here
which is
where
i don't know
you are
or what's
on your sleeve
again
away
discoloration
Written by
Dennis Willis  Oh
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