It is ferocious, life, but it must eat . . . — Lucia Perillo, Luck Is Luck: Poems
It is ferocious, life, but it must eat . . . — Lucia Perillo, Luck Is Luck: Poems
It is ferocious, life, but it must eat . . . — Lucia Perillo, Luck Is Luck: Poems
It is ferocious, life, but it must eat . . . — Lucia Perillo, Luck Is Luck: Poems
It is ferocious, life, but it must eat . . . — Lucia Perillo, Luck Is Luck: Poems
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It is ferocious, life, but it must eat . . .

— Lucia Perillo, Luck Is Luck: Poems
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