Tag: time
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progeny
the poet, smiling, -i assure, they were never my words. the interviewer wonders, -but you wrote them? the poet, -i found them. at the tip of my pen.
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quiet
It is the disturbed air warning as the subway shoots past and like a decision between two emotions, fear and excitement, because they both feel the same in my body.
words keep wolves at bay 