Anna and I made that oath beneath trees. Pinnacle
of July, 7th year, cicadas. Ousting everyone's memory of them
to hike root and bark, fuck, then drip twitching in
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Putting the harm back in harmony since May 2007.
4 comments:
Hmm... not to be ungrateful, but. I think we might need another try at the title. It seems to be aiming for the fences with a little too much effort...
On the plot of "City of Glass":
a little too close to "Ghostbusters" ?
Will work on # 1, and agree. Can't do much about # 2.
Well done. That is the finest handle for a poem I have seen in a long while.
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