ursprache
sometimes the words escape me
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heads
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Showing posts with label
heads
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6.29.2016
breakage
The lines like toppled statuary, fallen, broken off heads and limbs, spilled, beautiful fragments.
5.28.2015
we have a runner
In the end, all you want is your poem to be running through their heads.
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