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TALES OF AN ORANGEPEELER

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10.01.17


From "Speechless" in The Collected Poems Of Audre Lorde:

Death
folds the corners of my mouth
into a heart-shaped star
sits on my tongue like a stone
around which your name blossoms
distorted.






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