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Post by gypsy on Sept 18, 2023 16:53:27 GMT -5
i didn’t realize how big the wound hole was. it is wider than I thought, as i bleed no more, but in lieu disappear to the absence of it all, awed by the oddity of what i resolve myself to be: i as simply and just, or i as the unme of a body.
‘dust’
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Sept 19, 2023 0:04:02 GMT -5
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Post by goldenmyst on Sept 19, 2023 0:04:02 GMT -5
No one can make the language dance and sing like you, my friend. This is what poets do when they etch the words with their souls. I am amazed by the virtuosity of your pen always.
John
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