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- Don't be frightened. This was intended to mimic W...
- I roll Dekalb. I watch color walls. I illegal s...
- Sundays I am Full, Not Me
- Still Evenings in Dry Apricot
- She Brought the Contents of an Ode By Way of Lady’...
- Money is a kind of poetry. Wallace Stevens
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