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Mar 2012
lizards have been had/
lost in a rush;
palpitative mess
with feet
drenched in leaving,
kept in binding.

dark as sirens
muffled, once or twice

washed up on the shore
with peckish reptiles,
and escape was
an escape, to scurry
was reasonable

through the blue
and green fields of
demeanor

innovation seldom left
piles, mountains off the coast.
Nicole Marie Fraticelli
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   Christos Rigakos and M P Hill
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