JTParreira Posted May 17, 2009 Share Posted May 17, 2009 When she put its head in the oven of gas as a lion that falls on its prey all poems were already directed to die on the table She did so again, and again through the morning dark the shiny skin and Sylvia's hair as a sun blond. J T Parreira Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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