In Austin, someone has scrawled on the bathroom wall of a cafe on Congress Street, ‘I don’t know if you or I exist, but somewhere there are poems about us.’
—Linh Dinh, Poetry Sightings (via your-only-doll)
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(original : Seams for a Desire )
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