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ISSUE:  Fall 2016


is fragile as speech in answer when you ask me please go light the fire in the drum our secrets are a body we need to burn it’s so bright the storm clouds do not make me an offering I do not like the way the smoke whistles I’m happy you’re afraid of how this looks the sky clearly wants confession


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