Poet Laundry
Poetry by Jennifer Wagner. From grit to sparkle.
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Friday, March 1, 2013
Bloodless March
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today i can tell you what a dried orange peel feels like hanging on— barely wrapped in yesterday’s color now a duller shade...
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