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József Tornai

  I’ll write my arm out in stars, my legs in blood-boltered ash trees, so that words           may be transmogrified into all my organs                               one after another                               but then                       I’ll pull the pen from my hand,            and dip it into the river’s icy form, just as burning, molten meteors                         … Continue reading József Tornai

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