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Apr 2012
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sweat collects in hollows between sound
and vertebrae
salt crusting over against the wall, skin.

i roll words and worlds between my cheeks
dusty marbles under the tongue rattling in
the empty spaces
not right and
too hard
too cold.

i spit them out and look
away before they land.
Written by
Yifan Kong
780
   Swells, Sayer and Breanna Smith
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