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LinchpinA Poem by ReganFinchLinchpin Dead men lie in gutters because no pedestrian cares to look. Instead, they travel and persist through and throughout rotten.. |
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A CancerA Poem by ReganFinchAn exercise in atmosphere. |
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Labyrinth StemsA Poem by ReganFinchAn exercise in description. |