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Jun 2023
we are in the cell
amorphous perhaps
a darkened patch
near others
touching some

do we swim
no, we aggregate
and flagellate
everything
close by

near enough
is all
touching
as long as I am
touching you

is all
that matters
and then
i am not
and am lost
Written by
Dennis Willis  Oh
(Oh)   
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   Imran Islam
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