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Justin Lowe ~ Four Poems • Bareknuckle Poet
Nostalgia I believe I have moved beyond the shouting now. the lines are nicely blurred, the corners rubbed smooth. cohesion, let’s be frank, was never my guiding principle, the better to watch and count where others name. the shouting was a gasp of air, not of a man held under, but like someone passing a more »