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A poem for Arkadii Dragomoshchenko from Cilla McQueen

to AD   as i was reading your poem in Dunedin you were dying in Russia this is to say I recognise the span of your spare word-frame the unnecessary pared away to idea shimmering between you and a flower, … Continue reading

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