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The Journal of Shirin Swift never the night and I to touch
10/27/2008 07:51 a.m.
never the night and I to touch at the edge of each of us an electricity untying bounded wrists
to blind blooms of headstrong scent; never the night and I to taste at the tuber
an inquisitive and unsparing taste what does it mean if you don’t know that time has won
it’s Monday turning into Monday’s tongue that’s all
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