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Poem: In Twos

In Twos (1) To breathe is to negotiate with self, with superfluities. (2) Tailings turned into napalm. You lit it, and wondered, why I burned that easily? (3) Verisimilitude is ok. Who wants all the truth? (4) I buzz a buddy: high-up on corporate hire, has he heard his boss cut one? We laugh like […]

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