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Poem for The New Yorker
Wikipedia Poem, No. 997 gothic piping which is world embarrassing themselves year over year, bertolt. frequently seemingly the night of iron and i can tell you, heather, in my advice to cross today and that quietly seemingly obviously the world is embarrassing — there were loves missing which is to say watching the world embarrassing…
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Fuck Theory Kill
Wikipedia Poem, No. 880 On hand acidic trap in the bowel of what I’d contained with soft steel wire. Am I alive oil, salt, too late now I’m 28 and acidic trapped in this newspaper executive security forces in the making like delicate membrane fangs. The dog struggles in the bowl. The bowl of nervous…
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