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My mouth is a fire escape. The words coming out don’t care that they are naked. There is something burning in there.

Andrea Gibson

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Andrea Gibson
Age: 49
Born: 1975
Born: August 13
Poet
Calais
Maine
Andrew Gibson
Naked
Mouths
Coming
Fire
Words
Care
Escape
Something
Burning
Mouth

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