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Oct 10, 2011 16:28

"Letter"
Franz Wright

January 1998

I am not acquainted with anyone
there, if they spoke to me
I would not know what to do.
But so far nobody has, I know
I certainly wouldn’t.
I don’t participate, I’m not allowed;
I just listen, and every morning
have a moment of such happiness, I breathe
and breathe until the terror returns. About the time
when they are ( Read more... )

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hurlowifas November 2 2011, 09:04:27 UTC
Great post! I wish you could follow up on this topic!

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