Suppose you wish to convince someone/you have a special secret/without revealing any information.
I want the blood to stay liquid, the bones never to rise again...
Often when I tell people about my life, they ask, 'Poetry and mathematics?'
One poem featured the Blob complaining to its mother about its lack of physical boundaries.
At times, one eavesdrops
in an attempt to develop a theory of place....
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