Three Poems by Mara Adamitz Scrupe
Read More: A brief interview with Adamitz Scrupe Letting in Daylight after King Leopoldo rolling in his grave after the helpless handless footless five-year-olds or thousands or ten millions beat him real good with a stick after the antic dread the can’t be trusted after the harlequin trace & turn a blind eye to … Continue reading Three Poems by Mara Adamitz Scrupe
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