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Sep 2018
pressure goes, is gone with the news that

my legs are ever brown

that

the trees have changed by the maentwrog

bend



that my voice no longer is

streaming through my head

between my ears sounding

like lead



and while all this has settled

tuck in and sleep a while



the pressure diminishes

september rises



all was well yesterday
Sonja Benskin Mesher
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