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this poem is a smallish smudge

.. that just won’t budge, or swim, or take a decent bath. it’s stained in both strained peas and song, the quiet longing of a scrib -bled cloud. it leaks out loud, of ink and salt and ‘not my fault’ … Continue reading

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Sleepwalking through Slivers

.. Caught in his claws, she can’t get (Out,) free, can’t see the light beyond the bars. Out (damn’d spot, I say!) of her mind, she counts (one; two:) her blessings, few, her sorrows full. He has tainted her with … Continue reading

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