Tag: Without Compass
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Three Poems by Benjamin Miller
IN THE PLACE OF BEST INTENTIONS As this is not the land of ice packs and regenerations, of spent glue guns or antiseptic counters—since shy reminders filter through the streets…
An Electronic Literary Journal

IN THE PLACE OF BEST INTENTIONS As this is not the land of ice packs and regenerations, of spent glue guns or antiseptic counters—since shy reminders filter through the streets…