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Apr 2023
I had just written about
when I realized
the death coming at you
may be dissuaded
though not by
a tongue's lying
to itself over and

unclearly sworn
yet dashing
from smitten
to smite
a pretense
to light
and i'll take
anything not as dim
as 'e tonight

starting sloping
the sound
of my cries
to be more and
what do you
think does
the blood spilling
sound

eclectic I was going
for eclectic though
the sound of spilling
blood splishy splashy
warm and gushy
maybe mushy
4u

sorry too much 2 far
no one likes 2b fished 4
with brazen hooks
and need I know
i know hooked flesh
waiting in darkness
to be released

thinking lines like
these want to be
"just like the wind
said she would"
cut loose
and running
out of the light
I'd say burns
sounds cool
Written by
Dennis Willis  Oh
(Oh)   
93
   Thomas W Case
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