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ShiningRauan KlassnikThe first time you wanted to just keep kissing: and so we did in a slow red movement of swords and chariots and fire-tipped arrows sweeping against the sky. Gardeners came out. All they had were onions. I peeled one with my fat clumsy fingers and sucked out the blood. Rauan Klassnik Read Bio Author Discusses Poems |
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