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On the cover:
LEFT EYE
There’s a barrier before between I think they were trying to write their names on it
The rubbed-looking light a glare of the all along Had inserted itself into the nerves’ lining Say you saw it Be alive As if comprehension were not to blame As if autonomy were not to blame And to the you between us there could be read (a heap of dirt had been pushed up, outside) In the numberless Rumorless Night the flame narrative the flame report +++ -Brenda Hillman