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[specimen]Mark CunninghamA fleck of dead skin, a floater, stopped being part of my eye and became part of the visible world. “Aren’t you lonely now?” she asked no one in particular. The official position was going to be that I was hopelessly out of position. Mark Cunningham Read Bio Author Discusses Poems |
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