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"Oh Vegas. You swank jacuzzi. You adept ducker."
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"Twelve million and one street lamps / Were only a cheaply sequined dress."
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"A hint of dye will bleed through, below the maps / Your veins scrawl"
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"In one red image stamped / a boot unmakes the face of God"
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"Nate was mannered and practical. He stormed precisely. / Ophelia nibbled weirdly on the tips of depressions."
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A new poem by Noah Cicero
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A poem by Heather Lang
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"Nobody here but us / Those who toil the soil / Alice done left wonderland / deuces for superman"
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What a perfect excuse, loneliness. Sex & violence, the essence of this, the confession that I do not confess.
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A poem by Heather Lang