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Hardcover Print: $20.97 These are simple poems. Paintings inked by words; they may not even be proper poems, I really don't know. I call them pseudopoems — I wrote them, I write them and that's all.
I hope one or two speak to you; conjuring a feeling or a memory. That would be the whole point.
And blood being counted out in beats
against our veins of time
pauses me to ask of you:
to purchase some for mine.
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