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Jul 2020
rough white parchment
torn up by fine black ink
an octopus curls its legs around the deckled edges
intertwined.
But no ones knows
what those succinct drops of black said
in the room where "it" happens...
Written by
Anne Shirley-Darcy  F/USA + S. KOREA
(F/USA + S. KOREA)   
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