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Read Poetry: Adultery, by Jan Franz Macaso

but yours and mine which (should) now (not), is (be) known– like planks placed for fences was the day we’ ve decayed of bodies both yearned those termites–no, they did not cause our feet into crumble     * * … Continue reading

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