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Sheila E. Murphy

Sheila E. Murphy

New shirts are benedictive, shine
With space reflect the shins
The open-face intransitive verbs
Sail out of voice taint
In a risen license shatter
Themselves safe alive
I want to wear them
To the party and the workplace
And the arboretum vastly
Undervisited, the lurking
Vibrant suds a way
The sweet small cotton
Pains the edificial placement
Of striped sleeves
Appeased and parenting
The layers of an atmosphere

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