Over It by Dennis Willis

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Sep 25

Over It

stroking the drunken ink
for imaginary what is that
i must have and am getting
knuckles dragging on mink
finger tips chasing wrink-
les that vanish and appear
like tomorrow and now

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Dennis Willis Oh

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