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Patricia WalshFeb 281 minPoemsOn Not Hearing VoicesThe window crunches to its final destination Not opened, in disuse, guarding the unholy Indiscriminate foliage wafts down below Signature...
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Valerie ValdezFeb 263 minPoemsThe Watched ManI. A medical diary for a medical man. This is a surgical mind of the utmost cleanliness/I will not impede myself by succumbing to the...