24 July 2006 | Vol. 6, No. 2
Speak, and I Sit by You
You're boiling baby spinach before
that dreaded date, your hands
quake like the leaves on the stewing
water, backbones wilting in heat.
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24 July 2006 | Vol. 6, No. 2
You're boiling baby spinach before
that dreaded date, your hands
quake like the leaves on the stewing
water, backbones wilting in heat.