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Burning Sonnet, or, In an Emergency a Crayon Will Burn for 30 Minutes

if you’re lucky to die before it does. Crayola didn’t set out to prove that there are still some fears left to scorch in this firecracker world. They kill trees, then my autograph with colours that match my blood. My … Continue reading

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