| Of Unknowing from Dear, Read Lisa Fishman |
Even though, even so a cloud in my mouth a clatter in my many- fingered mind. In the cloud a change taken. No, I will not marry you. Uneven, Stevens. I do. I do mind the clatter, many-toned. I do eat the cloud. |
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