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This Is London Calling
Making poetry from rubbish disguised as news
Friday, December 28, 2007
Today I awoke
tangled. Tight.
Like…
Is it a pretzel?
No.
Like…
Is it clenched?
Yes.
Tight,
constricted.
Like…
A fist.
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