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5d
so i see the sun
everywhere
just coming thru
enamel and
whatever you
get near

in the grip of fun
under your sun
oh i am undone
breathing
and unsheathing

and then i feel the sun
or i am the sum
finding a way
to have
a feeling

what is light
concealing
i have
to be there
under something
peeking
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Dennis Willis  Oh
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