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[geosh]

TOWN OF THE DEATH OF SIN

What is sin?
You asked.
The moon stung past us.
All at once I saw you.
Just drop sin and go.
Black as a wind over the forests.

--Anne Carson

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[duathir]

Hello; I see you have added my journal to your Friends List. I never post anything there; I only use it as a file cabinet. Thus I invite you to join war_poetry instead, where I post a new poem daily.