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sometimes the words escape me
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wreckage
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4.20.2013
black box
The critic tries to find the poem’s flight recorder sunk somewhere among its wreckage. Sometimes understanding is a futile pursuit.
1.17.2008
salvage operation
I could salvage only a few words and phrases from the wreckage of the poem.
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