LOST 2
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| Early poetry of Nathan Coppedge LOST 2 |
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| Ugly, without my own numbers. Something bites. Am I it? I will not wonder, only hurt. Standing on just enough to feel danger, looking over to where I might fly, if I could believe it, is crying. A putz a piddle a few rags, and a moment ago I could have made the right sound. poetry ii. main |
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