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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

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pablo-ignacio-marin

Chilean

Published: Dec 21, 2012
LinesWords: 1144

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