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Aug 2023
You know I have lasers
for eyes
and I can see inside

Am I getting to the point
of sickness
what is this ride

it brings it all back
this wavelength
this deride

this is the end
of a thread
and you
are the eye
of a needle

this here is
the temperature
at which i melt
into rivulets
of snow
Written by
Dennis Willis  Oh
(Oh)   
92
   lX0st and Thomas W Case
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