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Erín Moure | 163 Eleventh Impermeable of the Carthage of Harms an excerpt from Polybius, The Histories (most of the wounded were those who went upon the bridge to help those injured in the first attack) If there were emigrations a small and bitter cloth Immensitude of pulp from the oranges cried out its colour Flavour of almond in the mouth your silk A wager silk a bitter flavour Forgotten the screen she bent into the water her arm a ghost beneath soft wool A cistern opened by extrusive flow its song diurnal water your silk your yellow almond silk The city they had named her Carthage somewhere south of “Oregonn” A toll immense on lives was taken for and against ablation of personal life Wearing yellow trees a tear of light against my amber Those jackets a light does admit to breast or brean her tear known against my amber. AANOASNN ...

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