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May 2016
the cut of Iron of my finger
on my tongue.
a slice/ a tinge * of Iron.
on my tongue.

lap its sharp
it leaks again.

of Iron which skin it parts

let it be

it rusts.
a crusty Iron.

dare it bid me bitter bites.
Tim Wu
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Tim Wu  Pennsylvania, USA
(Pennsylvania, USA)   
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