It never ends, the bruiseof being — Kevin Young, Book of Hours: Poems
It never ends, the bruiseof being — Kevin Young, Book of Hours: Poems
It never ends, the bruiseof being — Kevin Young, Book of Hours: Poems
It never ends, the bruiseof being — Kevin Young, Book of Hours: Poems
It never ends, the bruiseof being — Kevin Young, Book of Hours: Poems
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It never ends, the bruiseof being

— Kevin Young, Book of Hours: Poems
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