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Letter to Lorca Written on his Piano.

"Then there you lie like the one warm spark in the heart of an arctic crystal."
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The Dissection.

sparsely adorned sprockets
wan spigot of figments
winter this is whalebone
of the hardware hourglass

book with pages plucked out
a read purely curio
carbonized veldt venom
as i roar vast castoffs

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