Snowscapes from the Sackler Wing, part 5
By Poetry Issue 105
In my paradise
there would be a lot of liquids and could I bask
unabashed in the breathing
hammock of myself as a kind of Sweden
for unrequited fleeing.
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there would be a lot of liquids and could I bask
unabashed in the breathing
hammock of myself as a kind of Sweden
for unrequited fleeing.
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