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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
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YOUR LIPS, MY CONVALESCENCE, by ROGER WEINGARTEN
First Line: Fuck poetry,' you said, 'write me a novel.'
Last Line: Why anyone would bother, my answer %turning to your open-mouthed %mirage: my fever, my inquisitor
First Line: Fuck poetry,' you said, 'write me a novel.'
Last Line: Why anyone would bother, my answer %turning to your open-mouthed %mirage: my fever, my inquisitor
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