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How to Build Up an Iron Stomach by Jenn Shelton

I kept no watch nor waited for them to produce For I am the hunter because I’ve learned once Once From being the hunted From being the hunted the clown the object of fascination I kept no watch only contentment in my heart Compassion at the arcs of my shoulders For I am the arc, the passion the unwise Yet: Look at my long hair. I must be free.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




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Date: 7/28/2018 5:05:00 AM
Hilarious last line, Pierce. Fun.
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Date: 7/27/2018 10:40:00 PM
Pierce.. an interesting read you gave me this evening!!
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