BOOK OF THE DAY
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a speech that is perfect with its stammers and running
out of breath
words like feet that erase and reprint themselves
ink of my eye spine of my joy index of my howlings
the slight marks that cause a change
here on the shelf here on the shelf here on the shelf
a place to rest
to find a place next to strangers who almost have
your name
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