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Coral Carter
Surely we are all mad people, and they "whom we think are, are not" The Revengers Tragedy
Friday, May 22, 2009
The Hammock Swings
The hammock swings -
embryonic red
seeps through shut lids
numb and nascent
I rock
I rock I rock between my mother’s bones
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