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I Have Heard Mermaids Singing by Clinton Inman - Poetry Potion
Across wet glass we rub our noses To paint a picture that presupposes Like confused footsteps that reach Across some worn and weathered beach. Words that fix you, find you, Words that bind you, blind you, Words that lead you to a trance Or spin you with some sacred dance, Before your fingers can perturb … Continue reading "I Have Heard Mermaids Singing by Clinton Inman"
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