
Night Sky with Exit Wounds: Ocean Vuong and Max Porter
London Review Bookshop Podcast
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I Met a Man Not You
I could eat you he said brushing my cheek with his knuckles some grenades explode with a vision of white flowers baby's breath blooming in a darkened sky across my chest. I met a man I promised to stop a pillage village is a fine example of perfect rhyme He said that he was white or maybe I was just beside myself next to him and forgot his name by heart. If it feels like to move at the speed of thirst if it's fast as lying on the kitchen floor with all the lights off Christopher with a K six 24 a.m. way they formed brief churches over the table as he searched the right words "I'm gonna lose it when Whitney used
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