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Noelle BuAbbud

	for i had heard– and it was not news
without a touch of sadness
sentimos el futuro escapar (repetición de la caída libre)we sensed the future slip together (a repetition of freefall)
road to damascusafter the floodmine (a condition)
lacuna (inside a dumpling)that which you wove out of light stuff i wear in honor of stone

the condition of precarity
incomplete flight patterns

outsync


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temporal mandibular join
the way of the guillotine
priamel

again, rubbed smooth
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