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Oct 2022
Sometime
onetime
anytime
does it ever feel
like sanity is dripping
slowly slipping
like an eel
gushing from the tap
of the world
and you can't get a grip
on the handle of the bucket
to pour it back in
Unpolished Ink
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Unpolished Ink
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     Sally A Bayan and ---
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