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pitch black god8
body suspended between the-dark ochre earth tones of night, teal pealing notes of warning of an impending morning, signs aborning, me rising with urgency of …
False Poets
how oft in life do we presume, take for granted grants so extra-ordinary that we forget to remember the extra and see only the ordinary. …
Nat Lipstadt
M/nyc    A poetpourri history of a journey from naissance to humility, in between, the white (s)pacing of poems decorating a life...to read me is to perhaps, …

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