The Time at the End of This Writing

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  • Title: The Time at the End of This Writing
  • Author: Paolo Javier
  • ISBN: 9780973223323
  • Page: 184
  • Format: Paperback

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  1. can I be curled up thanthis thatcan t be on your lap asa baby myhead is a ripeningfruit.quiet now a morningseen in yourown stilllife untitled , pg 16 rushingwith kissesbaremy foreheadopenslike the wind blewmy mouthinto air pg 63 I am sitting herethinking of you me our gold fish kisses ode_klimt thewebmuseum, pg 75