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I Am Becoming Many Arms

alaskan pale             polar bear scale(s)                         mountain                                     sweet ice                                     sweeps twice the surface area like snow falling             (s)now falling             bearded men gather round                                                 you + (r) / you + (’re)                                                 (or you)                                                 are thin fisted                                                 siamese twisted                                                 hands twined finely                                                 rhine … Continue reading

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