THE TURMOIL
in my head, their circles round
thoughts never quite touching ground
and if i take time, up and down
all around.
a picture could be formed
i dreampt last night
of god, she was a teenage girl. small and frightend
i wanted her attention, yet i couldnt speak the hebrew to gain it
the only
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