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The old physicians knew what we take in must be let out, but slowly, feeding leeches or lancets if  ink is blood and language the pulse driving it poetry becomes phlebotomy.

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Tanka #1

What drives this knowing? Poets are people who walk through life with small flaws in cracked armor, allowing life to blossom beneath skin.

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