Poetry By
Lindsey Duncan
Published on: 5/27/2015
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I am these words: not in the banal sense that they describe, define, confine me; nor in the sordid sense of gory ink poured on the page like wine. I am smudged in the literal sense from hand dragged across curve and line, writing myself beneath the sinister notice of a frustrated student of literary analysis; animated by inattention, breathing until furious fingers crush the page and erase all signs of—
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