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Poetry and unsolicited advice about writing it. Longing is the sound of geese over frozen water. The goosebumps on my legs have not retreated for months. As if I have always shaved two days ago. That sublimates as soon as it arrives, or that turns to gray slush. Whoever iced the phrase into being never dusted much. His women of light come throu.
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