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Oct 2024
hurricane motors
have my skirt

tore through
this morning

took no taking
covers off

i resisted
clutching

to no avail
I've lost my

idea of ground
hate water

thoughts wet
as tomorrow

sliding its
sliding down

on top of today
breathing wet clay

and something that's
been on fire
Written by
Dennis Willis  Oh
(Oh)   
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