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A Preponderance of Poems

.. She is haunted by a whirl of wandered words, a swirl of syllables, a soliloquy of song. She’s long learned she must write them down, or drown. Some have truth. Some talons, teeth, sharp tips; but nothing with properly … Continue reading

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