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Mar 2018
crew-cut,
winter’s rust,
my tongue smudged with coal,
snagged with the bug I rise,
crawl my stare across space to where you lie
perfect in ashes,
un-spread and boxed,
I plant a kiss on your screaming lily.
King Panda
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King Panda  27/Denver, CO
(27/Denver, CO)   
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     Medusa, --- and Sukanya Sinha Roy
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