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The Other Press . November 30, 1994

no one unc Eerccands they try and try but they can’t relate to1

cause i'm so fucking & deep No, t the flightless du

i couldn't Sicltheats ta Cause lam so d and you're not. Becatisg you sue down the hall _a middle class life waiting In those three minutes | memorized you that claw pink hand in a fist that will have my gestures not my scars | looked at the door as you went and I’m sure at six pounds —_ seven ounces

you waved goodby.

by darren ¢

‘ Laurette Ireland

Snapshots of India’s Perfume ‘aburning woods

ies of women perform morning tions in the thick chocolate river.

My Love Lost Is

Kind in heart, Y Affection, what she wants most ins Redemption is the key to her life,