M. Nasorri Pavone

LOVE OR PERMISSION So, through the eyes love attains the heart:For the eyes are the scouts of the heart -- Giraut de Bornelh, troubadour...
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Sophie Klahr

I can imagine the baby pooling away from me / like smoke, imagine the doctors soft as birds / beating their wings, murmuring, guiding the dark plume / / into a bucket. Into a bag. Then afterwards, smoothing / a sheet over me.

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