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Untitled Two

There were you

our hands holding

with this guy in Chi. town,

Wrigleyville, say they:

but anyway stay because

my hands are not mine

any more than my body entire:

if I am my body someone is

in massive like in huge trouble:

now that's wierd like in "goofy"

just wierd in the sense that makes

one (or two) stop and think about

what I am up to, you too:  being

so full of unconventional angles,

ricochets, cronicles:  the words

are all about absorbingly penetratingly

you, foregrounds the entire background,

like music we can both hear.
Written by marcella1
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