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I wouldn't like to explain myself
I have unpoetic thinking at times
half thoughts that hang in the air
like a welcoming noose
trying to kid you into position
or perhaps the reverse
some brain trickery to coax
away from traps, snares or the threat of
then without warning
I recall that I can breathe
move out of that moment
forget what that numbed non fuss was about
until the next time
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Di11y Da11y
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