The First Ionic SinAnne Boyer
That great grammar of ambivalence collides with my Gutenberg. What this permutation takes is a slick poetic structure erected in one sitting. I hate to see it shelved. I hate more Johnny's dilly-dally. Will he ever come? Take our mutual animal: down but for its absence facing up. Take the wind: all anatomies, then the map's equations. Take half a country. That pledge takes allegiance. I whisper "Take me or take the remainder." Johnny answers— a half classified math.
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