A. A. Zambrana
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Your Soul Was a Clearance ItemA Poem by A. A. Zambrana |
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Shields of Stripes and PlaidsA Poem by A. A. Zambrana |
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The WreckageA Poem by A. A. ZambranaFor Konrack |
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Waiting for Our Violins to PlayA Poem by A. A. ZambranaSlow, steady, justified suicide of the soul. Mmm mmm good. |
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I Am Your BelovedA Poem by A. A. Zambrana |
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Less Tattered Than We Came InA Poem by A. A. Zambrana |
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Bone TissueA Poem by A. A. ZambranaOur bones are mysteries, even to ourselves. |
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BurnA Poem by A. A. Zambrana |
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EpiphanyA Poem by A. A. Zambrana"Here, here!" to organized religion! |
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You Will Always Be In My BloodA Poem by A. A. ZambranaFor my best friend |
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