Art I Choke

Breathing without lungs
In your center a cold heart
Living without blood

By Robb A. Kopp
Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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April 9, 2010 at 6:07 PM
Okay, I'll admit it: I didn't get this one at all at first. I thought it was about a work of art. Now I get that it's a dinner weed. I should have seen sooner that the title was a play on Artichoke.
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