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Poems by Kyle Allan

There. There are those spiritually hungry who should be left alone to be allowed to suffer and fight for the self their way and not become colonised objects of pity in the news or tomorrows anthropological thesis. There are those

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Three poems by Kyle Allan

There is a time. There is a time blatant like the rivers passing to the sea and amiable like the mercy of all cool water. There is a time brutal like mirrors and sharp like human bones and words rising

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