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Wikipedia Poem, No. 129
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Wikipedia Poem, No. 119
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Wikipedia Poem, No. 118
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Wikipedia Poem, No. 116
“What would criticism look like that would serve the work of art, not usurp its place?” Susan Sontag ONE formation suddenly an urging of shadow It’s rights… Even is systems blows I was on our systems feel descensionald Shusett Be my God Slices from within RIPLEY: Red light TWO The bream percentransfers for are compresses…
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Wikipedia Poem, No. 113
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Wikipedia Poem, No. 111
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Wikipedia Poem, No. 110
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