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The Migraine of Multiple Partners

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EmaciatedandEpitaphs

Published: Feb 16, 2012

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i am not.
words caught in chest cube.

          estrogen, equine.
          dextromethorphan.

          zombie saviors,
          aluminum chariots.

Choice?

lilted lightheadedness - she turned her neck, stressing to stretch
forward, towards multiple sclerosis and
multiple partners.

minacity is mere principal.

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Amanda-Graham

Feb 16, 2012

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The construction of this work is both elegant and internally reflective. The reliance upon internal rhyme and consonance quite rewarding to the mouth as read aloud. The paucity of articles in favor of the flavor of striking itemization divine in its effect. The linked and locked associations and visualizations of the elements of treatment and medications and prognoses so deeply stabbing that my voice cracked on first read.

Visually, quite a nice impact forcing pause where they best affect the pronouncement. I had to look up minacity and absolutely enjoyed that insight and usage. (lives)for(derivations).

Thank you so much for brightening my bleak day with a work that is so well made.

Mandy

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