Ookpik
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...A Poem by Ookpik. . . And so my heart Broke, as though It’d been made from glass: Splitting fissures, cracking With such delicate intric.. |
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...A Poem by Ookpik... Plumbing: an infrastructure Of pipes and faucets, valves, Pressure, flow, Intake and outlets... I wanted to fix it. I wanted To salve these leak.. |
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...A Poem by Ookpik... the stranger at the top of the hill..It's unanimously understood, that in small townsPeople have a tendency to talk - who and who isn'tAdmitted in.. |
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