Hiram thinks, “Here I am sitting inside
my shirt, shoes, and trousers, on a chair
at a table in a café. I am afraid
of dying. Also of nothing. I tell
...
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This poem feels like you put William Styron's book 'DARKNESS VISIBLE' into a blender, added some of your own ingredients and have given me a strong drink.
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This poem feels like you put William Styron's book 'DARKNESS VISIBLE' into a blender, added some of your own ingredients and have given me a strong drink.