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Wize Guise

A poetics of the werk and verm.

Thursday, May 26, 2005

spicer

no
Spicer,

Not a body
ever listens
to poetry

they use

it
to hear

to put our heads
down

life spoons
to the milk.
Posted by Ryan at 6:43 PM

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