...you look at me like an emergency — Adrienne Rich, Diving Into the Wreck
...you look at me like an emergency — Adrienne Rich, Diving Into the Wreck
...you look at me like an emergency — Adrienne Rich, Diving Into the Wreck
...you look at me like an emergency — Adrienne Rich, Diving Into the Wreck
...you look at me like an emergency — Adrienne Rich, Diving Into the Wreck
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...you look at me like an emergency

— Adrienne Rich, Diving Into the Wreck
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