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Composted Harp
for Laura Solomon Clouds pose and rupture, scald a ring in the sternum’s ear. Not simple prowess, this is Isis’s sibling, a white wren. The era of injured ruses intersects theorem street, becomes bivalve, spawns a sister. What part of the swoon is systemic? Solomon nurses starred sects. A red song reverberates blue. And the sky ceases to be American.
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