My heart is a self-published book, likea snake shedding its skin, I have an infinite supply of words and pages toturn over. Yet my whole past andmy entire future has been recordedon a single page. 38 years of life. One exposed, solitary page. Stored in metallic ink,each morning reachingamelioration. George Cassidy Payne is a poet from Rochester, NY. […]
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