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Cole Swensen: Ekphrasis #2

a bum always cuddles hope on hard couches angled-bone fat-lack poke pierces petrifies howling he clings to grow an other person without crossing universes blind-deaf he does not sense fireworks sparking night accordions jangling sweet he discovers only ignorant depths … Continue reading

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