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So we live along the threshold, with our backs to the fetid core,And our faces pointed skywardAs though decay is not fermenting just beyond our periphery,As if our feet are not trapped under a sickly, yellowed crust
Krista
Roman Newell
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Busy working on my novel, 20xx. I also talk about the writing journey on Substack. romannewell.substack.com.
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