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Dec 2012
a coatroom*

there are hooks where your words go
they’re hung every two of four synapses
and when the coats are missing
they shift and snag
on nerves and loneliness

where are your kinder syllables
and why don’t they mind
a lacking or longing
Pablo Ignacio Marin
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Pablo Ignacio Marin
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