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Across the river her voice sends shreds
torn from something gelid, all acute
angles though the surface of each. . .
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He removed himself with his hands, an effort not unnoticed.
People threw shells, congotronic drumming looped
from. . .
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Rage: Sing, Goddess, of the on top of love
And the president’s chronic angers, his mouth, a burning. . .
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