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Articles tagged "Puerto Rico"

From the Grave of My Grave

from the grave of my grave a hollow-now open advancing my love, her stairs her name, her signs advancing the same. with my brother the vine and its roots lift here and there. stalker-yesterday pretends to not be dead. shoe and cloud are bubble and hand bright catapult direct detour never adorned with sharp presences. the grave of my grave stays and so coincidence stalker-yesterday says slowly my death has not begun (a mistake) the insects wove their net and...
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