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Sep 2016
The teeth are stones - the mouth a line while
Fingers bend in knuckled spines.
The face? A slash of lips and eyes
While pages prance with sprawl and lies.
Andrew Lees
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Andrew Lees  Adelaide
(Adelaide)   
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