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Compressed Airs

I poem best
in immersive light
typed on a specific device
with very precise lo-fi ask me
anything, ASMR

How far
from the inkwell
must one now be
to wet the inclination
of our now ASAP and OH so tony Afflatus

Maybe micro-fiber
my former muse &
subscriber to feather dust
decades of lust, rust, and her
rush to feel coeval..
…past our time, and our
shared compressed airs


Autonomous Sensory Meridian Response….ASMR



r.Douglas

I’m spry yet retired. I reside in the inner city of a major metropolitan area of the United States. I read politics. I watch baseball. I hum along with the tune. I June swoon, and moon the bad poem. Post here, are old and new. Opinions are my very own, except when wrong.

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