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Poetry
Nothing shines quite like shattered glass
In the cold click of the waiting room
The universe shivers and shakes with silence
After hours of lying awake in bed one night, I started to think about 1961 in Alexandria, Ne…
i sat in that blood-stained
my grandfather’s sketchbooks are stored in drawers,
After Eluard and Breton
Women's bodies free –