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Aug 9
So you're the masked man
so obscured as to not be
'tellableΒ Β this neuron
so 10:30 but I don't
know what day

could i choose

sas if, is all, yes
the this or thats
an apostrophe away
from landing on the moon
but I'm ahead of myself aren't I

misshapen life unversed
taking the form of
I sense you know me
as if swollen
enough

gets you in
redness abates
too late
Written by
Dennis Willis  Oh
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