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Jennifer Powell
the eye of a hurricane
Bus Poet Stop
on a bus near you...    eye am a recording devicespecial filters of my own prejudice. eye live in various bus stops where punctuation of life moments need not be, are …
16/F/west aus    my words
M/nyc    these days breathe through words, molecules of vowels, stem cells of consonants, the fabric, the tissues of life, veins are a dictionary of corpuscles, red …

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