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By: Mark Tardi Half Sonnet We only imagine secrets, the stunted windows, that evil is a kind of lapse or distance, a falling away ...

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By: Adam Schechter Wall I. There is a wall here I swear to god though unseeable bitter drink impalpable divider the other side is what I...

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