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Three Poems

Three Poems

(Untitled) I hid under her dress to see the sun rolling along a lane of salt that was brushed off...

Two Poems

Two Poems

Dinner Finer, finer napkins try to sit balancing your asses on them I wind round the columns like a beige...

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