[Only slower, that same song, word by word], Simon Perchik
* Only slower, that same song, word by word lowered into your coffin each evening forwards at first, then backward for some off-center memory kept smoldering but why the blanket –face to face you can hardly tell it’s a lullaby, a voice still warm, tucked into your crib from a tree that’s lifted from the […]
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