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Aug 3
So, I am having a Quiet Night
You'd think
while my radius
shrinks

I know
these words lumpy
and promiscuous

Thinking themselves
watched
somehow heard

are nothing
compounded
until sweet
Written by
Dennis Willis  Oh
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