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Apt 4D

.. This poem is a studio apart -ment, a compartment meant for greater things than all this sylla -bled skin. It’s got too many room -mates, not enough pizza, the slightest scent of stale stanzas. It’s got corrugated corduroy curtains … Continue reading

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