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Ouvroir de poésie minutieuse
7.18.2008
the root of it
i was knitted, knit, knot now in my womb
i had hit upon, was hit on, hot on trails
i was dallying, delaying, belaying taking breath
i had grasped, i grasp, a gasp by bated neck
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