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Mar 2015
Oh, would you look at that;
     the way you break my back
with your tiresome nihilist verse.
The way that you breathe in irregular verbs,
     your eyebrows knitting together
like some fine bridge between two bold constellations.
Theodore Bird
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Theodore Bird  London
(London)   
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