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Molly Barclay
Poems
Feb 2011
human pelts
So call yourself into each token of human progression;
all the orbiting rays of your spent time, solid earnings:
your toothbrush, cigarettes, bedsheets,
so I may devour each
with such splendor and exuding forces,
that can absorb you onto me.
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Molly Barclay
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