Arsenic Lobster poetry journal | Final Issue 2018 |
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Moon In Perigee C.R. Dobson no … proxigee. My whip switch tongue cat-got amidst these littoral sublimities. Stretched out, tentacle of beach. Countless cuttlefish languish upon my wettest tide spring. Sea urchins quill from reservoirs of their flickering ink, ink, ink, and mimeograph your starscape upon my flat-ironed sea. |
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