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Stricture

A clearing vision fails. Nothing is what it seems. Your inheritance, scuffed lenses, ammonia, sins of a grandmother’s house. Of a grandmother’s house nothing departs unchanged. Elbows, knees and knuckles scraped raw by scour-pads, solvent, sting of scrubbed air.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006




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