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About LinkBacksFloating from an asterisk, a shooting star
muck black nails grip
to lewd mouths, stretching their cracked lips, their brittle bones
for virgin words
to chew with teeth as sharp as knives.
Then spit up,
had,
a footnote in typed black text.
Floating from an asterisk, a shooting star
muck black nails grip
to lewd mouths, stretching their cracked lips, their brittle bones
for virgin words
to chew with teeth as sharp as knives.
Then spit up,
had,
a footnote in typed black text.
Wherever I sat - on the deck of a ship or at a street café in Paris or Bangkok - I would be sitting under the same glass bell jar, stewing in my own sour air.
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