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Poetry – A Brief History of Edges — O at the Edges

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A Brief History of Edges This road leads nowhere. I live at its end where breezes wilt and the sun still burns my darkened skin. I’ve sailed to Oman, but have never seen the Dakotas. My friend searches for the concealed parable in this truth. An early clay map depicted Babylon surrounded by a bitter […]

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