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WASTE OF BREATH by VASSAR MILLER

First Line: IN MAN LIKE TEA LEAVES, CHARMS, OR CRYSTALS
Last Line: GLOVED IN WORDS, MY THOUGHTS CAN NEVER %REACH MY FRIEND OR TOUCH MY LOVER

Poem Sources:

IF I HAD WHEELS OR LOVE.
  MILLER, VASSAR
  (1991)
 



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