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Read Poem: SEMANTICS, by Mary Lynn Archibald

I think of you as porcelain, he says— All elegant and white. Oh yes, I see, she says— Brittle, cold and tight. He sees her as a wonder of survival, Precious, dear. She sees herself as isolate, And him, too … Continue reading

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