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Letter to Gabriel Written in the Margins of Murder Ballads
(Continued from Page 17)
I have never been hungry. 

You invented hunger and handed it to the owl,
200-year-old crime-scene tape slung from the bridges. 

What should the new map look like?

Help me, moonlight. 

Bring the granary to the sky, 
burnt yellow called down. 

The night that took you
will take us too. 
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