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Mar 2015
You left off
Your ambiguous secrets,
Your coyness,
Your arbitrariness
When you cut
With sharpened pencils,
And dripped heavy
Leaden words
Down.
Too much Spartacus watching. They spoke with few articles, as in "Jove's **** in... (name a noun)."
Francie Lynch
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Francie Lynch
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