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WORDS, a quadrille for d’Verse

      WORDS My thin black words on this cold white page can’t breathe, won’t bleed, don’t whimper in the dark; impotent fossils, barren husks, dropped spoor. Not the real thing at all, not the rustle in the weeds … Continue reading

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