A. A. Zambrana
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The Fools on Which We TravelA Poem by A. A. ZambranaIl y a la bêtise dans notre sang |
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The Whoring Heart of a VirginA Poem by A. A. ZambranaNotre faim arrête nos coeurs |
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Emerald LeavesA Poem by A. A. ZambranaWritten during the December '07 ice storm. |
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CornersA Poem by A. A. ZambranaOne might say this is the sequel to my poem This Time Fading |
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This Time FadingA Poem by A. A. ZambranaThe deliciousness of ignorance... This was hand written one very gray day while Andrew Bird's song Cataracts played on repeat for hours on end. |
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