He still wears the glass skin of childhood. Under his hands, the stones turn mirrors. His eyes are knives. ... Read full text
Cram this page under his tongue. Open him as if for surgery. Let the red knife love slide in. a very good poem. tony
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Cram this page under his tongue. Open him as if for surgery. Let the red knife love slide in. a very good poem. tony